![]() There is no differenceA Poem by Fin Buckley![]() What a sight to behold.![]() The morning sun Crawls in through my window, And my eyes open To see an angel With the purest aura Beside me.
A figure so divine It would take scholars Years to fully appreciate Its simple complexity. I don’t even notice That it is not an angel But a human being I’m gazing upon, Though there is no difference When it comes to her. © 2017 Fin Buckley |
Author![]() Fin BuckleyAboutI simply enjoy writing. Let the littlest things inspire you, and let that inspiration run wild. You will find yourself making a lot of art when you do. more..Writing
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