Wings alight in meadows
Angel in a female form
The long grass whispers in the wind
all the world bends
Fire beneath my breast
beats to a drumming tone
fear to face the world
for within it being me
is blasphemy!
Gentle as the Sea dust
my hair hangs down, unbound
Tear like fragile, spider thread
weaves its’ way to the Earth
How I wish now
to be without these wings of grace
For even though I would be fallen
I could be accepted
not exiled…
as an angel always is when sent to man
-This is not me speaking but the angel… but part of me rest within the fires beating within her… I would love to hear your thoughts…
Blessed Be in the Freeing of an Earth-Bound Angel, Siren
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