Angels have no ID bracelets on them.
No features glow with heavenly delight.
Given that their wings are made of feeling,
Each flying angel's given to concealing
Love's plumage like a rainbow in the night.
Shyness cloaks the halos that surround them
I agree with my friend Dee, this is really beautiful description of Angels. Another warm and lovely poem. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David
This was very beautiful. What a nice image you give us of Angels! Hugs, Dee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A charming piece of work. I'm sure there are angels who help guide us through our lives. Andrew