Shimmering white angel
dust and honey
flow on me
like a shower of lilac
in the fragrant dawn
and cool mist
while waiting for you.
The beauty is remembering
our existance. You have
come to me one by one
as brave knights,
gleaming swords of
clasping hands untainted.
Your habit defies
dirt and stinking corpses
and loathing days and
nights. It glories in the
pouring of rain and the blood
of a dutiful battlefield,
The brave knight is
You
Kneeling for peace.
rosalinda flores martinez
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