Caress the name of your angel that fallen, It flows the wind, a ragweed pollen. Only you can hear it's torment calling;
Caressing Angel By: Adam M. Snow
Caress the name of your angel that fallen, It flows the wind, a ragweed pollen. Only you can hear it's torment calling; Open thy ears to it's ever falling song. A melody which poison thy voice and heart. Only to tear thy soul apart. Listen to your siren song, Awaken your soul to which it belongs.
An excellent, enticing poem. It's short, but takes the reader somewhere fantastical, somewhere bordering the edge of dark and light. Where even fallen angels might find love.
A amazing poem. I had to read again. many types of angels. I like the flow of thoughts and the very nice ending.
"Listen to your siren song,
Awaken your soul to which it belongs. "
Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote
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