The Rapture Poem by Kristoffer Randolf Ramos

The Rapture



Whose soul finds no zephyr
The roaring thunder console not
Wondering if the tattle
Helps to find and wont find the light

When the time dilates
The zenith points the flickering light
Souls find the zephyr blows astray
Some wonder what it might

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