Can't you see
the wings across
his bent back ,
the halo
amidst tousled hair,
the light of knowledge
and understanding
in his attentive eyes.
He is a thirty second
revelation between
the footsteps
of moaning ghosts,
their passing breeze
rustling pages
of belief
held close
to his wandering body.
1 month ago
5 comments:
beautiful, so beautiful- he sounds like my son xx
Heh, Splendid.
Beautifully written!
Nicely written.Must have gone deep and been in the dark at least a few times.
Hi again
That's a lovely poem - I always struggle to write poetry I'm better at prose.
It reminds me of one of my friends who is sweet and angelic but very, very troubled.
All the best.
Amber
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