On Angels Wings

Well, this blog was about poetry and stories. The election was an interesting tangent but let's get back to basics! I don't know about you guys and gals, but I like rhyming poems...

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on Angel’s wings

Past mundane . . . of

                  nights come home

From Lover’s search

     And aimless roam

Says he, “have I been

        beyond

  And back

To find you

     what. . . you sorely lack

“The only thing they granted me

See here:

A pair.

   of rainbow clear

 Angels wings -- for a fee.”

He puts them on

    Soars past the moon

Not

   beyond.

I call him back . . .

       to his ruin

And Lover falls down

     on angels wings

Too lame to burden wind

He sweetly parts and sheds

       his wings

            And flings . . .

me high above him