Enjoying The Fluid Motion Surrounding Angel Wings Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Saying good-byes prematurely, but knowing that the day will
come when eyes will close forever, breathing will cease to
be and body will never move to beats of rhythms again.

But this soul will soar into depths of heaven free of this
old world at last, enjoying the fluid motion that surrounds
angel wings.

Wings with beats of a unique heavenly band that's continued
to find musical rhythms always present and happy to be at
peace finally forever.