An angel fell to the earth one day
And lay with a broken wing,
I saw her lying out on the path
And thought I was seeing things.
‘Are you really what I think you are? '
I said, but I saw she cried,
So picked her gently up in my arms,
‘I'd better get you inside.'
Her tears were staining her pale white cheeks,
And weeds were caught in her hair,
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: fantasy