White angelA Poem by Angels heartThis is the second part to the little room poem
Black and red all around
I spred my wings but all I see is black One speck of white, Does not catch the attention of the blind I sit falling once again No flying for me White beams Flowing streams of white I see An angel calls my name I hear White wings circle me I fly Higher and higher I go I soar A hand holds mine, strong, gental. I feel The angel takes me away where I see White Where I feel Grass all around where I fly wind blows through my long hair where I am not alone people like me surround No Black Red No falling No alone Not for this white winged angel. © 2014 Angels heartAuthor's Note
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Added on April 3, 2014Last Updated on April 3, 2014 AuthorAngels heartPlatte city, MOAboutEvery chance I get I love to write read and draw. Also, even in the middle of class, I HAVE to write down an idea if I get one. I love to dabble in all sorts of things. Enjoy my writing and please lea.. more..Writing
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