Forgotten Love

In a world waxed cold.
Love seems forgotten.
Heartache, and the tears of mankind fill the spoiled air.
Where in our hearts have we placed the insipid seed?
Sowed by the hands of devils.
Where in the soul lyes the answer to the key?
To regain the angel like wings, and the heart of purist love.

by Richard Kent

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