Alabaster Wings
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Under the glow of a golden moon,
my garden hedge morphs into a maze.
And a brisk breeze gathers fallen leaves,
crafting a colorful mosaic.
Where the statue of an angel stands,
the glitter of gold catches my eye.
For beaming from an ebony sky,
the moon gilds its alabaster wings.
A God-orchestrated illusion,
it instantly fills my heart with awe.
That the creator of beauty
chose to share His artistry with me.
(Blank Verse)
2/12/2017
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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