Angel, enfold me not in your soft wings
Heaven, keep me from your golden gates
Leave me here with earthly things
Where my lover for me sings
And by my solid tomb, she waits.
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Resting Place
PoetryA collection of poems that is more experimental and practice stuff than anything. I'll test out different forms and subjects, have a little fun with it. It'll be ongoing until I get bored with the idea of it. I'd like to hear what you think! Tell me...
