They sleep within. . . .
I cower to the earth, I waking, I only.
High and cold thou dreamest, O queen, high-dreaming and lonely.
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Lips of light. Fantastic imagery depicted in the beautifully penned meaningful poem. Thanks for sharing.
Heart-rending and consoling to think of our sons and brothers and husbands dying in the dark of a suffering battlefield and then the touch of the angels gathering them sweetly up and carrying them lovingly to heaven- -a beautiful soulful poem