With Angels WingsA Poem by Cherrie Palmerdeath, suicideBlack is the night, where I dream to fly Deaf is the ears that should hear me cry Swift is the sirens that blaze to me But not faster than the calling that sets me free. © 2018 Cherrie PalmerFeatured Review
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13 Reviews Added on September 28, 2010 Last Updated on December 16, 2018 Tags: death_suicide AuthorCherrie PalmerOakland, ARAboutI am a published poet and love poetry. I live near the White River, and love trout fishing. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: Obsession Starts.. more..Writing
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