Angel's Cry
summer eve
soft moonlight
paints a dying rose
She stands in vanity upon the threshold of dying dream's where flesh and fantasy tear the spirit with all their cunning schemes, she longs to earn her wing's of flight denying her gift each sultry night, she dream's of love and riches fare of misery she never shares....Alone she walks the cobblestone in quiet steps all alone where summer songs play through the tree and angel's above cry in shame.
Again she meets an unknown man, reaching out to hold his hand.
As sunlight climbs to greet the day, alone she wakes, misery.
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Poem based on life and life choices, hunger of the flesh and the Spirit call...
09/03/2017
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2017
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