Their Lost Angels
Watching this colourful stream of lives passing by children without a care ? Moving
Along as making my way to the library aneath mid-morning's shade; her breezeway
Splashed another poetic palette; trying to avoid these clichés stepping past time's
Passage, into the sunlight where their beauty awaits of dreams ? Our theme today..
Glimpsing up at her street sign, Los Angeles, while taking a drag from my cigarette
Swept unto distant thoughts as taken far away ? Beyound the barriers which dictate
These secular views and temporal designs impeded their faithless void of sight ? Go
West my child His ancients voice; imagination shall soar atop wings you'll find, Angels.
Copyright © Johnny Rhinem | Year Posted 2013
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