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Open Poetry #39

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Michael G
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since 2000-06-25

Posts 579
Nashville

0 posted 2006-12-16 02:04 PM

Falling angels cry over their wings
collapse and mingle in hearts weeping,
holding hands to find a peace
that changes the pain to freedoms release.

Falling angels look to the sky above
singing thier memories and loves,
with one little tear they open the door
to find floral landscapes bringing them home.

Falling angels in dust and debris
pray to the wind to its peaceful retreat,
open your wings to be taken on high
remembering the joy of life you have loved.

passing shadows
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since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

1 posted 2006-12-16 03:05 PM

sadly beautiful

Roniece Dawson-Bruce
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since 2000-01-29

Posts 5689
Sydney, Australia

2 posted 2006-12-17 12:55 PM

Michael.. this was a good write. RDB

marcel
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since 2003-03-02

Posts 660
az, usa

3 posted 2006-12-18 03:16 AM

peaceful but sad......

nakdthoughts
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since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

4 posted 2006-12-18 05:58 AM

holding hands to find a peace
that changes the pain to freedoms release.

nicely said~~

M

twinkyfl1
Member

since 2006-12-15

Posts 133
florida

5 posted 2006-12-18 06:42 AM

Falling angels cry over their wings
collapse and mingle in hearts weeping,
holding hands to find a peace
that changes the pain to freedoms release.

The images that your words conveyed in this tragically beautiful piece brought me to tears.

That stanza alone, to me, is as much of a masterpiece as Botticelli's angels themselves.

To thy own self be true

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