Heaven Poems: 5/7
Nature, Heaven

Angels

© Amanda L. Silverence

Sometimes I wonder
What it would be like to live above
The thick white clouds
My wings slowly moving
Watching the mortals below
And never be able to touch them

I am created to envy their eternal existence
My soul wounded,
I look to the sky
And meet a pair of eyes
Filled with the longing
To be me

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