The Raptured Miles Poem by esther kagori
The Raptured Miles
From east the wind shall blow,
west we shall run to,
sorrows shall erupt from west,
south we shall run,
floods shall chase us,
north shall we run,
sun shine hotter and burn,
where shall we run to;
am afraid,
am very afraid,
i might be helpless,
shall be homeless,
am afraid,
am afraid,
am afraid,
they call it rapture,
Rapture,
sorrow of our last us.
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