Corner Pub #2 |
Four Elements |
wpwpoet Member
since 2001-07-25
Posts 99 |
Four Elements Of deaths relent, steadfast Times wrinkle proceeds. On dust, iron and ore: I would plead, upon my knees: Chaff and bruised, Till crimson blood would weep. This petition, tward heavens glory; prayers I bequith: Earthen grave, restrain, thy fingers touch. Whence, upon thy scroll of death,my name,refrain to read. For these, cherished, granted years allow to linger. That I could hold hallowed, her sacred earth. That her breath of life could, sustain my soul. That quenched, her waters could fill my thirst. With fire of stars, I could,shed light upon her night. Thus truth within eyes behold With prayers alongside my bride to grow old... co.wpw031700 |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
I hope your prayer is granted. To grow old alongside your bride. Joyce |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
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Very nice poem! |
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