Even... Poem by DM W

Even...



Even the purest angel is darkened by time.
Sweet Love often fails like broken rosary beads.
Most of us are unaware of the warning signs.
For evil flowers will grow from corrupted seeds

Saturday, November 28, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: darkness,love,soul,time
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