Moments Poem by Saint Cynosure

Moments



Moments of every minute,
stealing from me time.
Tears and breath
and dreams of death,
such morbidness in mind.
Prayers confessed to pagan flesh,
as candles burn like times,
In which men dream of peace.

Friday, February 4, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: tears,death,dream,peace,time
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