The choice is yours to go up or down,
sweet angel of the wing,
as the whole world lays before you,
in the songs that you now sing.
Beauty laced in feathers,
there’s a tickle in that thought,
I’m not asking for any more,
received all that I have sought.
An angel kiss upon my ear,
whispers the voice of wisdom,
as I am graced with the loving,
in all of Gods Earthly Kingdom.
A contest entry
- PIF see this picture by trekkergirl.
400 points, ended September 6, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Not bad. I can see your words in this picture. Thanks for sharing Good luck in the contest
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Nicely done Karl... I love the images you've penned and the wonderful feel of this... Bravo!
Ken
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Beautiful!! Awesome Imagery!!!
Great take on the prompt. Good luck in the contest!!! Peace, Cyn 
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