Loveless Poem by mark anthony st. rose

In mindless surroundings
And loveless groves,
Where love turns to hate
That flames the droves.
And knowledge the light
Is utterly despise,
And truth the bearer
Inspires tearful eyes.
whilst prayers still go out
On bended knee,
Prayers for love's antagonist
For them to see.
For flowers will one day grow
Upon this grove,
And no longer lost
Will be the drove.




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