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Blessed be the one who sees.

Radiant light
spilling from the heavens
far off, in the distance.

Looking above the
dilapidated hovel I live in
only dark clouds and demons hover.

The celestial light
has never touched my
wanting skin.

How I desire
to be God's grace
once before I parish.


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  • Samplette gold member
    May 29, 2008

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    Very well written poetry. I think you did a great job with your take on the picture. Thank you for entering.
    Sam


  • kiwigirljacks gold member
    May 28, 2008

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    Ohh I love this! Darkness covering and yet a wanting for the light to touch!

    Great write for that pic!