It's the times like this that we discover the poet within.

Angle wings

feathers fall


shadow fell


soul to sell

we all have a story to tell

at a price

that cost a life

whispering fears

causing tears

a veil of black

looking back

a raven's calls

as the earth falls

a heart turns dark

flowers to mark

the love that goes

their petals dance, as wind blows

a rosary hangs

a mind is stained

thunder rolls, it begins to rain

standing alone

beeping phone

concerning other

loosing another

to the grief

of a changed belief

a glimmering ray

on a gloomy day

clears the eye

a mournful sigh

this flesh will miss

that angle's kiss

Submitted: May 06, 2007

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this is beautiful. a wonderful piece.

Sun, May 6th, 2007 6:40pm


Truly your best piece to date! A wonderful job. Thankyou for sharing it with us :) 5/5

Sun, May 6th, 2007 6:41pm


"soul to sell"...why didn't I think of that! Awesome stuff Willie!

Sun, May 6th, 2007 8:44pm

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