angel Elmoghazy

As I sit here in shadowed silver
the ghost's of many ancients call me
echoes of yesterday whilst in the dawn of today
can they know my heart
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Green weaver of beauteous light
bows before me this ethereal night
delivered of hope and given to prayer
this moment in time was ours to share.
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One thought could become forever
when broken glass these ties can sever
but within sanctity's dream
all is golden
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Love unto me this darkest night
prayers recede and all is quiet
wind and rain and thoughtless tears
summoning storms of my childish fears-
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Wither teardrop's recede
into the vastness of my soul
once hearkened unto immaculate
conception
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