He still wishes for the cloths of heaven
The dreams have trampled and
The cloths have seared.
The night is cruel and
The heart has been speared.
The joy is lost but
the alley is gleamingly lit.
The wait is excruciating,
as if the arms are slit
He lives to cherish love
and can gladly greet death.
Would she need him, he'll
comeback beyond his last breath.
His smile is missing but
her image is still graven.
The stars are too far but
he still wishes cloths of heaven.
@loner
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