they say only angels live high above
circling freely above us
gazing down on humanity
i wonder how to rise to this place
where mere men couldn’t touch me
and only the ethereal embrace me
to be free from pain
to float only in comfort
perhaps wings would look good on me
The sadness of oppression, the grief of life and the hope of release, a deep reflection on new beginnings.
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As well as the contemplation of death. Thanks, Paul!
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This squeezed my soul.
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((hugs)) Thanks, Lisa!
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Ha ha… wings would look good on you. When we hear the bell jingle we will know you got your wings! Great poem Susi!
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Thanks, Dwight! LOL Glad you liked it. 🙂
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Wings do look good on you, Susi. Beautiful, sorrowful poem.
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❤ Thanks, VJ. Glad you caught the sorrow, wasn't sure if that came thru.
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Oh, I felt it. Welcome.
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❤
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What an idea! Lovely poem Susi
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Thank you, Sadje! I imagine that weightlessness also brings a lot of joy. 🙂
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Always a pleasure!
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Beautiful it would be to float with the angels above. Lovely imagery.
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Thanks, Kritika! Indeed! 🙂
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🙂
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They would! Lovely writing here 🙂
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Thank you, Rahul! Appreciate it. 🙂
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