mark anthony st. rose
Hear Me - Poem by mark anthony st. rose
My son, slave of the horrible hour,
trapped in the tenebrous throes of time;
hear me; for I am the light of sound,
singing sweet words of salvation in your ears.
Liberation is in me;
a labyrinth made simple by love,
like a stream guided by the currents:
so would you be my son, surrender.
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