Morn of Mourn, by J. W. Cassandra

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Morn of Mourn,
by J. W. Cassandra

Rise, oh, beautiful light of morn!
Became time of bitterest mourn:
There burst out the catastrophe,
Whose duty to help, shut the door…

Masses of humans are missing,
We forever miss last hugs, kisses.
Who could have helped, shut the door –
Our pain, scream, cry for all…

We stand only with bitter mourn,
We need a hand to land for all…
And we pray for rising of Compassionate,
Whose tears melt sin, change fate…

From Compassionate’s face looks us
Compassionate divine pair of eyes:
His compassion-tears are shedding down,
Rainbow-psalm is sung for you…

On Compassionate’s face tears shed,
Who falls down, will be his pearl of Orient,
Their beings, opening to a gem, quiver so,
Compassionate’s grace shines them through.

Compassionate’s song is sung for us, for all…

08/02. 2021., by J. W. Cassandra

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J. W. Cassandra

About the Author: J. W. Cassandra

I’m a teacher and a registered author either, at Artisjus as a writer and a poet in Hungary. I love forests, butterflies, flowers.

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