A Passion Poem by Beulagh Bromley

A Passion



Of stormy sea will you rage for me
And quench the fires ignited
The ebbing tide removes the pain
And I am left delighted.

Fortune smiles once more for me
In the form of a golden honey bee
Working hard and industriously
Now use your sting and set me free.

A gallant death, a soldiers end
Letters from a distant friend.
A combination of pain and pleasure
A collection of memories for all to treasure.

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Beulagh Bromley

Beulagh Bromley

Leyton, London
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