Saturday, May 8, 2004
I love this poem...I wrote it as a young girl...12? 14? and I still love it. Angel The clouds are lined with gray of dawn, And streaked with rose divine. The wings you fly on are golden and pure, The wind; it is your mind. The sky is your kingdom transparent, And there Heaven is your abode. And though you have your... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 9:07 PM Comments (2) (link) |
About this BlogAll poetry, mostly my own original works. Also, maybe a few of the quotes or excerpts from the writing that inspired the poetry.Links |
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