Wings of silver soaring in the atmosphere on shoulders of
heavenly angels who constantly keep watch over us here on
earth.
Their beauty touching our delicate souls with grace from
God above, living in the gentle arms of heavenly angels
always protecting us from evils of this world.
Corrupted by people's greed and avarice through the years,
spending time alone, wanting the holiness of the Divine to
stay within always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful thoughts. Only those silvers wings are able to protects us from our frustrations and despairs. Thanks for sharing RoseAnn.