Turmoil :-
Then the bell rings, angels and things, diamond rings then vows of silence, walking slowly forward into wayward swirling domiciles,, arms outstretched waiting to touch, eternity beckons, couple of years I reckon, presently the path has so many directions, going skywards, towards, two swords, left or right? Don’t choose between the two, head straight, to the gate, there’s that bell again wait! For whom the bell toles, your shoes! They got no soles, I see, another one for the block, don’t be shock, pilgrims one and all, some make it some fall.
Anthony Mc Gann.
7/1/23
03.14
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Turmoil :-
Then the bell rings, angels and things, diamond rings then vows of silence, walking slowly forward into wayward swirling domiciles,, arms outstretched waiting to touch, eternity beckons, couple of years I reckon, presently the path has so many directions, going skywards, towards, two swords, left or right? Don’t choose between the two, head straight, to the gate, there’s that bell again wait! For whom the bell toles, your shoes! They got no soles, I see, another one for the block, don’t be shock, pilgrims one and all, some make it some fall.
Anthony Mc Gann.
7/1/23
03.14