Die To Self Poem by Angel Amarante

Die To Self

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Under the weeping willow tree
We all gathered pleasantly
Three generations
My Grandmother, my Mother and me
Gates to the left of me
Pillars to the right
Solemly we enjoyed the peaceful light
Heavens around
Earth below
Love upon us he does bestow
So if you fear your time to go
Enjoy my sweet, your time below

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Geoff Warden 14 January 2007

This was well stated, , , , , , very sereal touch, , , , , , , , , , , , , well done

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