Angels Song
Barron trees black as fire
tourtured souls amid the mire
Rivers flowing red with blood
seek salvation from above
Where angels sing their songs subline
soul's rejoicing love devine
Seeking God and thee shall find
a place in heaven for all of time
unique227 commented on Angels Song
05-29-2009
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Angels Song | 1 | 05/28/2009 |
| Butterfly | 1 | 09/09/2009 |
| Deaths Array | 3 | 05/28/2009 |
| A Shade of Gray | 1 | 05/28/2009 |
| A Victim to ther Flame | 1 | 05/27/2009 |
| Thy Heart Belongs To Me | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| THE WIND IN THE WILLOW | 1 | 05/27/2009 |
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