angels whisper to reprobate souls
somewhere crowding the aether
with compassion and regrets
the whole Void throbs with repentance
and vows to 'do better' in a future incarnation
but to those of us still in this life
all this sounds like the winds shaking
the multi-hued leaves from the trees
Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
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