Patrick Sunday


Kyrielle: A Maiden Weeps - Poem by Patrick Sunday

1ST QUATRAIN:
Upon Natures Bay, Lies A Tomb/ Underneath The Tree, Laid Its Crust! /
A Maiden Weeps, Her Hands So Cold/ For Her Suffering, Have Being So Cold! '

2ND QUATRAIN:
From Left To Right, She Sort For Joy/ Taking Chances With The Least Choice! / A Grace To Sooth; Her Pains Of Old/ For Her Suffering; Have Been So Cold! /

3RD QUATRAIN:
'And Oft She Path, The Lonely Trail/ With Hands Trembling, And Breath So Frail! / Her Gasping Breath, A Thousand Fold/ For Her Suffering; Have Been So Cold! '


Poet's Notes about The Poem

My inspiration came from God Almighty.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2014

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 5, 2014


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