Pleading Poem by Hannington Mumo
Pleading
You are a gal of rarest graces
That no seraph can ever repel,
And albeit my ranks loftiest be,
Your glows highest angels fell.
Though past stars my domicile
Sits above ethereal sunlit patch,
Upon low Earth's mundane soil
Must this high-born ogler perch.
Thus do not feel too low I pray,
Since even celestial heros extol
Your flawless bedazzling sway;
And stars of heaven doting fall.
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