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still burning.

I'm not sure there is a heaven on earth
That could drag you Down towards this hell,

I stand alone in the hottest of flames
Reciting your name to those stars,

The stars that watch me weep in dark hours
The ones that know our names,

I'm still burning internally my love
For eternity is far from reaching hands,

And my Will to hold onto you
it only strengthens more so within daylight,

I fear I May be just a pile of burnt out bones
by the time I can hold you tight,

I'm burning internally
here in the hottest of flames on this earth,

Praying though screams in violence
for you to be an angel that fell returning here

To some sort of heaven saving me from this hell.

nardine Sanderson 17/09/2015.

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Lucas Lazar

Hot verses that speak of a hell on Earth, doubters of that earthly paradise prepared for life on the blue planet and stepping between the shouts of violence an angel Savior to save us from the fire. A deep poem full of symbolism. A greeting.

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sparrowsong

Hello Sis Nardine...

Hell on Earth...

Sure can feel that way sometimes...

Angels are much welcomed here..

To make Earth not so hellish...

Great Write!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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