My Pleas, Poem by john o'connell

My Pleas,



my pleas,
my prayers
rise far above the stars
in the hollow of this night
hoping for some spark
from outside, inside, anywhere
to kindle a gentle fire
in the bosom of this villages
massive sleep and darkness.

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john o'connell

john o'connell

Limerick, Ireland
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