A concrete angel
runs her fingers through
silver strings.
Lose yourself
in the depth of her
sad blue eyes.
She glides over
streams of restless arms,
an empyrean light
flying through umbran
constellations.
She is neither
deaf nor numb to
their pain as her harp
sings with sweet sadness.
As she wonders...
How strange and sad it is
that death gives peace
more than life ever did.
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 7:53 AM UTC
A concrete angel
runs her fingers through
silver strings.
Lose yourself
in the depth of her
sad blue eyes.
She glides over
streams of restless arms,
an empyrean light
flying through umbran
constellations.
She is neither
deaf nor numb to
their pain as her harp
sings with sweet sadness.
As she wonders...
How strange and sad it is
that death gives peace
more than life ever did.
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