Thursday, May 14, 2015

Ascension day

In another sky
You pace from now,
Your golden soul
And leaving,
leave the empty souls
with something
to be thrilled.
Through the dark
and lonely days
hands are held
Light filled.
The candle’s not extinguished
the beacon is not dulled
and though the foe is vanquished
the war is not yet lulled.

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