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He tells me he wants
To be a pretty constellation,
So that whenever I'll
Look up to the azure sky
I can easily point him out
As my precious guardian angel.
So determined in his goal,
My love threw himself off one
Of the highest tops in the
World; he'd never reach Heaven,
Existing in black and white
Purgatory in the wake of tragedy.
To be a pretty constellation,
So that whenever I'll
Look up to the azure sky
I can easily point him out
As my precious guardian angel.
So determined in his goal,
My love threw himself off one
Of the highest tops in the
World; he'd never reach Heaven,
Existing in black and white
Purgatory in the wake of tragedy.
This is a poem for 24th May in celebration of Poetry Appreciation Challenge 2014 (writing one poem per day from 8/5/14 to 8/7/14)
© 2014 - 2024 British-Prophetess
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really nice 