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Cruelty
To catch sight
Angel of such delight
Our time was short
Of this you sort.
For a man like me
A precious sight of thee
A cruel world bestows
Then it removes, you know.
Takes you away
For you to pray
A sip of wine
I know you'll be fine
I have no more say
How to end our day
A slow death for sure
Washed upon a shore
A message, in a flash
Cuts my mind, like a lash.
I pen for solace in my poems
I may as well look for omens
poem
by
Robert Green
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