Winter Angel

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    Winter Angel

    Snowflakes fall quietly from the dark angry sky
    The slow breeze rips at my skin
    Each step I take gets harder
    Closer and closer I get to the edge
    I'm ready to jump
    Are you going to stop me...or do you really care?
    I out stretch my arms and fall forward
    I plummet toward the ground
    You begin to run after me,
    Screaming, but a hand from behind holds you back
    It is now that my wings show

    Soaring through the air...

    I see you down below, looking up, awaiting my return
    In one swoop I grab you from the grasp of fire
    Angel, let me help you with your wings

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

    nessca’s Poems (10)

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