Sweet Angel Poem by careema cooper
Sweet Angel
Blinded by darkness and deafened by silence,
I'm half alive and waiting...
Waiting for dawn to break the long nights,
For loneliness to release my broken spirit.
On the lap of Qin Shi Huangdi, paris heights and moutain tops, I unknowingly grieve and
Desire to be heard, hanging onto the myth of a shooting star.
I long for a whisper to catch my soul and mend my broken wings
(this poem is not finished and will be continued... If anyone sees this and would like
to help just send a message because I have writers block at the moment
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 3:55:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
So the character is broken, empty inside....i want ro compare this person to an angel that has fallen from heavens great society..... Anyone wanna help? Send me a message (: or e_mail!