A song on wings, sounds like silver, and with triumph sings,
Through piercing ears, and crying beats of dark red blood.
To hear such noise, with heavens voice an angel stood.
Hark upon her white grey fleece, upon her golden brow and wings,
Ever lasting angelic peace, tomorrow and of now, she sings.
A song who’s notes ring pure and true,
To last eternal, so deep, so true.
Like water to the essence, her song of multitudes transgression.
I hear it clear as day, angelic song, please stay.
Angelic song in my ears, forever play, every day.
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Comments1
We all need such encouragement and from a divine source would not hurt either. A most lovely poem of support. Lovely
Thank you again
Most welcome
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