Content to be human
by John G.Hall
Posted: 05 December 2006 Word Count: 58 Summary: content to be........... Related Works: A Disillusioned Angel. |
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Content to be Human
the wintering sun is a pure child
in a dirty wind fingered heaven,
icarus sits quietly pulling feathers
from a fallen angels clipped wings,
and I hold onto the earth's reign
rubbing human clay into my heart,
God can keep his sky's limit
my love is buried with my tribe.
John G.Hall © 2006
the wintering sun is a pure child
in a dirty wind fingered heaven,
icarus sits quietly pulling feathers
from a fallen angels clipped wings,
and I hold onto the earth's reign
rubbing human clay into my heart,
God can keep his sky's limit
my love is buried with my tribe.
John G.Hall © 2006
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