Poem
I've been blessed…
For such a sweet sight
Would make even
An angel’s delight.
An angel, however,
You are not…
For an angel
Is not easily forgot…
You are but
A rose of dust…
A wingless dove…
A soul of rust…
Yet, underneath,
Lies a light unseen
And a soul that’s not tarnished,
But of bright green…
1 comment:
Short and sweet poem. Maybe (as an alternative title) "Not an angel" or "Angel?"... Just saying...
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