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

Angle wings


feathers fall


a


shadow fell


a


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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sineadmc1990

this is beautiful. a wonderful piece.

Sun, May 6th, 2007 6:40pm

ThePseudoMe

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

Sun, May 6th, 2007 6:41pm

leesah

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

Sun, May 6th, 2007 8:44pm

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