Moving Farther On Poem by Greg Costello

Moving Farther On



No more the angel's outstretched hand,
No more the flames of hell are fanned,
No more my soul in no-man's-land,
No more black clouds as they disband,
No more I thought could I withstand,
Much more myself, I understand.

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Greg Costello

Greg Costello

Dublin, Rep. of Ireland
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