The Tears of an Angel fall quietly in the night.
Broken wings cannot take flight.
Hopeless dreams, desperate aspirations.
Reserved and shy, future salutations.
Heavy is the heart that's left behind.
Opened eyes are now found blind.
Reconciling pinions and mending wounds.
For lifetimes passages beneath full moons.
Another touch, Downey feathers fall.
With hope for love, to receive the call.
Gently mourning with each moment passing.
Waiting for love's kiss everlasting.
Steadfast and patient but the angels still cry.
Once she is free, the angels again fly.
Ladonna Atherley.
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 1:52 AM UTC
The Tears of an Angel fall quietly in the night.
Broken wings cannot take flight.
Hopeless dreams, desperate aspirations.
Reserved and shy, future salutations.
Heavy is the heart that's left behind.
Opened eyes are now found blind.
Reconciling pinions and mending wounds.
For lifetimes passages beneath full moons.
Another touch, Downey feathers fall.
With hope for love, to receive the call.
Gently mourning with each moment passing.
Waiting for love's kiss everlasting.
Steadfast and patient but the angels still cry.
Once she is free, the angels again fly.
Ladonna Atherley.
angels tears broken
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