Angels Touch
in the compass
of wings
i am enfolded
feathers
touch
through breezes
in soft
whispers
unspoken
words
of comfort
soothe me
my soul
rises
above
i drift
thoughtless
free
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2019
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