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This poem was written
comprised of only titles of poems by my husband, JestaFreak.
Even his titles are poetry.
A
Winter's Heart
Tracing angels without Trespass,
Until the world calms down.
She who chased the Spirit of tomorrow
In Hallowed halls,
Must concede to Seven years.
The moon and I, the Flower and the Candle,
Worthless words
And a Perfect peace.
Tainted glories replenish Tingling melodies.
A Moment in time protected
from the Quiver of Moonlight rain.
Death of a Hallmark god and
Silence when our eyes meet.
Time shall heal
The spirit of tomorrow,
But for now it’s,
Back to blue
Without a winter’s heart.
S. A. Mogollon
11-25-06
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