Frozen Angel
Frozen Angel
The Angel on the north.
Company of flying snow Owls soaring.
Frozen trees around her beauty.
She has her beautiful wooden flute to keep her peace.
The winter ice does not pay her mind.
God put her there till the eternal of time.
Still she sits whistling on tunes.
Maybe someday one will strike upon on you.
Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2009
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