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Seven Angels In Sunset
By
Rusty Broadspear
Seven Angels in sunset
With spreading arms,
Reaching for love and care
And serenity so calm.
Disdainful yet so mighty,
Like Queens upon their thrones,
Waiting for eruption
And no audience for their groans.
Important thoughts so small,
And sitting on the World,
In Autumn, their arms are brittle,
In Summer, their hands unfurled.
When laden with heavy worry
That you wish and hope to forget,
Then stand alone on distant hill and see
Seven Angels in Sunset
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