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Melita Catalina Warren 1949 (Kansas)
When night falls covert, deep and fast,
I remember questions I forgot to ask.
I study twilight and dawn’s contrast,
For all terror, mayhem, seem past.
I take cover from March’s windy blast,
Then I dream of sailing the ocean vast.
My secret troubles I dare not broadcast,
Relationships come and go quite fast.
I implore Archangel Rafael, an iconoclast,
Seeking insightful wisdom which lasts.
Do oracles ever address an outcaste?
Do oracles downplay a once-dreary past?
Do esteemed saints remain steadfast,
Gathering fresh wisdom? Do they attend class?
Under sunshine, blue skies, as forecast,
Profound sorrow, scars, we bypassed.
Last year’s goals we clearly surpassed.
About this poem
written several years ago with only a few lines changed. date written signifies date posted.
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