the
wings
of
the
angel
were
covered
with
blood
the
knife
stuck
out
of
his
side
he
staggered
and
fell
forward
landing
on
his
knees
people
walked
past
him
frowning
and
making
sounds
of
disgust
help
me
he
asked
softly
what’s
in
it
for
us
the
people
sneered
how
much
can
you
pay
why
don’t
you
go
back
where
you
came
from
what
god
do
you
believe
in
what
race
are
you
what
can
you
do
for
us
the
angel
closed
his
eyes
and
said
I
cannot
help
you
no
one
can
it’s
far
too
late
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Comments on: "The Angel…a poem" (28)
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IKR? 😦
It’s never too late
I’m not sure about that. I wish I was.
Well I have faith
🙂
Me either….
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I know. 😦
Sad but true…powerfully said.
Thank you.
Wow.. This is powerful stuff
Thank you.
Wow…
Thank you.
How is artists4peace going? I was over there yesterday. Are you planning on a schedule again? Or is it too quiet?
We didn’t have enough input from others, so we both felt that there was a lack of interest in contenting. For now it’s shut down. Thank you for asking. I appreciate that.
Shame… I loved the idea…
We did too, that’s for sure. But we got fewer and fewer submissions and fewer and fewer readers, until it just became unworkable.
I love it a lot ! 🙂
Thank you so much Paul. 🙂
Powerfully strong words.
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Thank you.
Reblogged this on ravenhawks' magazine and commented:
Such a powerful poem.
Thank you. I appreciate that.
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Thak you.