Jan 2014
My angel without wings
One winged angel
You fly to me through the stormy
skies and blackened nights
I hear your voice, your soft whisper
Nearby
Except...It's the voice that's already in my head.
One winged angel
You fly to me through the stormy
skies and blackened nights
I hear your voice, your soft whisper
Nearby
Except...It's the voice that's already in my head.
An extended metaphor to describe my best friend - an amazing person.
© Maniba Kiani
© Maniba Kiani
