Memories
By bdgrey
Angels move down to tickle the earth, reaching for fields rolling and green. Soon they must inexorably ascend to eternity, but reminiscence of life holds them in place. Pleading for just one second longer, these angels grasp onto memory's imagination. Moment by moment their time drifts away, as light will take over and vanquish the land. Still their soul's psyche may conquer all odds, as glory of insight leads them back home. So as these angels move over and soar above soil, they take one final glimpse into love's immortal toil.This is my first poem in quite a while, so I hope everyone likes it. Written October 6th, 2001 © on Oct 06 2001 03:37 PM PST 10 • 0
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