An Angel Sings
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, all heaven heard, 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 multitude transgression.
I hear it clear as day, angelic song, please stay.
Angelic song in my ears, forever play, every day.
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, all heaven heard, 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 multitude transgression.
I hear it clear as day, angelic song, please stay.
Angelic song in my ears, forever play, every day.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
A beautiful poem of such lovely words that sing off the page. Well written and a bright greeting to a New Year
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