Quote: Don't let the lilacs die without a touch of sweet perfume
send forth, from life to grave
She scented her wings with a powdery substance of lilac
then parachuted to earth tipping her scissions
with utmost precision;
Stardust fell across his cupid cheek but he did not rouse
talcum scent of baby powder mingled with sweet sachets
alighting gently like the moon when discerning the sky;
With whispering wings wrapped snuggly
she leaned over his tiny body then whispered,
" go ahead,... live "
January 14, 2022
Categories:
scissions, angel, appreciation,
Form: Free verse