Angels Don'T Fly
Angels won’t fly
and often cry
when mortal love
is felt above.
It hurts inside
to be denied
racked with the pain
sad hearts contain.
As teardrops grow
and feelings show,
a slow-burn flame
elicits shame.
Love is so near
they shed a tear
and weeping eyes
wet cloudy skies.
Droplets of rain
fuel their pain
until sunlight
restores their flight.
(Rhyme)
3/19/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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