Robert Hayden Pursell at www.poetrypoem.com/rhp

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The dark blood of death sits upon my soul.
I wait - but for how long.
My time is meaningless - no - no - never.
It comes upon an angle without wings.
Oh soul of mine - don't leave me now - no - no never.
Not before the dawn of time...

RHP on 03-14-2021


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