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Apr 2016
It looked like heaven
was just beyond the clouds—
lucid voices from afar
spoke words of tarnished beauty.
Bearing an aura,
drawing me close,
offering comfort and solace
as a keepsake of the imminent.
Where my faith lies
I am unsure—
and here I stand
searching for meaning
unsure of the cause.
Joe Adomavicia
Written by
Joe Adomavicia  Connecticut
(Connecticut)   
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