ON THE VERGE OF DEFEAT

 

On the verge of defeat

and yet somehow the songs

of the luminous angels

are beginning to reverberate

through the crisp air

to extinguish the flames

into mere ashes of hope

 

I listen to the wind

and dance to the song

under Stalin’s watchful eyes

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

cut me some slack.  I was 16 when I wrote this.

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No slack needed. Actually, quite good for 16,

Merry Christmas

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thank you and hope you had a

thank you and hope you had a great Christmas, too