Thursday, 23 January 2014

The Dwarf Of Divinity

The Dwarf Of Divinity

A hollow beneath ground left ajar,
amid the woods, not far,
was a route
for,
the dwarf of divinity.
Daily who walked
places and
par.

They say the angels and friends,
with their tears and groans,
could free him
for,
the proliferation of smiles
in this world
full of
pang.

Love!
Was his message to all.
Pulchritude!
Was his effect on the appalled.
The little friend of goodwill,
blended with affliction,
to slay it to redemption.

Once at dawn,
the winds were again filled
with clamour and agony.
Blowing a cover the dwarf's manhole
and blocked his path to humanity.

Sagher

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