with soft white feathers you fly away taking all that is light slowly leaving
feeling your soft wings brush against us and your soft skin as you leave
never wanting to let go and still you flew away leaving us
leaving us here in the darkness and rough patch work that is life
fading into the shadows all but a hand waiting for your soft embrace
please my angel pull me out to feel your warmth of your wings and your heart
.... still waiting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem