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Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Poem :3








Watching from some place a feather from an angel's wing may fall

Looking over the rim of your cloud, you see the people of this puny world, this world of pain and torment, your own heart in pain.. from being crushed.. see even Angel's can find love...
Thinking and pondering to your self... a fether from your wing falls...
Out of the corner of your eye you see it, but to late the wind blew it away...

That tiny white feather begins to make it's journy down to thatp uny world below, to the humans.. you often thinkwhat a human would do if they found such a rare tresure, an angel's feather? Eh?

That tiny feather swurls and wurls inside the wind's rough hands,fraring its delicate edges. Rain and begin's to pour from the clouds as its journy continues..

Seeing this you want to save that tiny feather, but your wings are bound by the lightining, for flying would be hazodis even to that of a creature of god.

That tiny feather wifts and floats into a child's hand, causeing him to squeel with delite, running but forgeting to clutch the frale object it took off oncemoreinto the ran, falling into a puddle, staining with the gaia tones, of mud and dirty water.


Then with it's last fleeting hope it is softly picked up by a woman's hand, looking up to you, asi f sheknew where that tiny now dirty feather once came from. She smiled softly and pulled out a clothe from a pocket deep in her coat, under her umbrala, she cleaned that tiny feather, till it was clean and heavenly white once more...

You ponder something rather hard, a small smile appears apon your face as the clouds disapate, to see the woman clearly, swoopingdown you pciked her up, flaping your large white feathered wings to take her up with a soar..

A tiny reminder that even the smallest of objects can find something specail, even thato f an Angel's tiny White Feather....

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