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Monday, 27 November 2017

Heavenly Or Hellishly

I didn’t get up until nine,
And I went to bed at eleven,
I am now feeling fine
After dreams of heaven –
Celestial Angels in flight
Soaring with a Godly might,
Wishes beyond compare
Can be granted there. 

Often, I am hag-ridden,
I accept my suffering fate,
As I have already forgiven
My mind for this that I hate.
My heaven or hell I can relate
After remembering when I wake. 

© Andrew Stevenson 27/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
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2 comments:

  1. nashvillecats227 November 2017 at 07:08

    I'm getting up later mornings as it is dark at the time I usually arose.
    Loved your poem great to read.

    Yvonne.

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    1. WordsPoeticallyWorth27 November 2017 at 07:26

      Thank you Yvonne, for your kind words. It's getting darker sooner in the evening too! Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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