Angel of Sorrow


















Sorrow’s black pinion touched the heart,
Sad time for troubled soul to cope
With blind hard burden, painful hurt,
In darkness to withstand and grope.

From empyrean…upper skies
Black angel’s sent…death tube to ope;
Soul glides up slowly (sad…surprise!)  
Towards blue lantern – light of hope.

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Poetry by Naz Tliachev