-The Reverend Speaks-

A Poem by Inda

doubts

no longer

whisper,

but shout!

aged

stained

glass

-promises time forgot.

like the plucking of a rose,

death follows

always quiet,

it can wait

till the end of your speech.

© 2017 Inda

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Added on March 17, 2017
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Inda

miami, FL

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I love fiction that's gritty and honest and so my stuff is often times like that. I don't have as much free time as I'd like, but i will get to the request in time and appreciate anyone who takes the .. more..