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FEATHERLESS ANGELS
An angel born of flesh and bone
Left on Earth's face for wings to hone
Of nature's goodness, we were born
To bring others the light of morn
The stain of original sin
May leave some birth marks on our skin
But deep within, a heart of gold
Lurks to alter the mists of mold
We are images of the great one
Who gets to make some good things done
Sometimes we drift, but in our core
We have goodness to lay in store
Even if wings could not be seen
Our feet left marks on grounds they've been
We are all angels, so divine
In heaven's banquet, we'll soon dine
Can't believe it was NA poetry contest
1st place
Copyright ©
Roger Roger
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