Poem -

Feathered Wings

From my Angel Collection

Feathered Wings

 
 
I may be stubborn 
but I'm also very proud 
as I watch out the windows 
watching big dark clouds
the rain is coming 
of that, I am sure
thunder and lightning 
breaking down my door
the darkness has a way 
of letting itself in
no matter where we hide 
or indeed
where we leave our sins
but I know she is coming 
she is coming she is
to soothe all my pain
covering me
in feathered wings.

 

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Marion

Shirley ... really truly lovely. Its a treat to hear your voice, you have a beautiful voice, beautiful write ❤

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Shirley Harrison

Thank you so much Marion, I don't often post voice poems but this poem inspired me too, lovely to see you my dear friend. 🌹 

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Jac Tales

'I believe in Angels.' Lovely Poem & Story. A Really nice voice bit too. The Best.

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Rory McGinlay

And the poem itself, besides the fabulous delivery, a beautiful poem.

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Shirley Harrison

Thank you so much dear Rory, I don't often use voice but this one just had to be, thank you so much my dear friend, and I'm humbled that you got such warmth from my words. 🌹 

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