Nicola Beckett Poems

The firework heavens open their skies,
Snow falling on leaves echoes a sweet melody,
The beat of a wing is heard through the twilight hours of days,
an angel flies through the December air,
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In this grey seascape,
the waves lick the shore,
as the wind bites me to the core,
the clouds are heavy,
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I tried to lose myself in you,
several times,
You glared at me with eyes all knowing,
Why is it the rain washes all my pain away?
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