Joys, Blessings, and Poetry

Sharing What Brings My Life The Greatest Joy Through Poetry

Through haze of smoke

Evil appears

In its tapered flame,

Extinguishing life

In vengeful plight,

But stinging eyes

Still remain focused

On death’s early conquest

And a promise

Holds firm

From depths of sadness,

We will always

Remember September

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