Listen to the sky passing by
Every cloud has a lining, that's no lie,
Some are gray and some are pink
Some are Angels, (Don't you think?),
Having nothing better to do, but fly.
Feel the rain and see the memories, abound.
A winter something that draws you to the sound
Then a chill says, "Hello,"
And, zip, off to you go
Flying with the Angels, on the ground.
JE Falcon
01-22-2021
Submitted: January 22, 2021
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Good poem JE, it's 31 in Sydney half your luck!
Sat, January 23rd, 2021 3:18am
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Thanks.
Sat, January 23rd, 2021 4:04pmFacebook Comments
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Steven P. Pody
Angles or angels? Is this a hypotenuse parable, zipping off at 90 degrees? Too cold for 90 degrees. Skip the math and stick to feathers, methinks. Cheers. SPP
Sat, January 23rd, 2021 1:00amAuthor
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Thanks Steven; I get to use the old age card on this one, LOL.
Sat, January 23rd, 2021 4:13pm