Angels Sitting Poem by Luis Gil de la Puente
Angels Sitting
In the time of being lonely
I often think of you.
The wings and the invisible power
of your compassionate well intentioned look.
Walking alone, thinking in the dark,
living letting yourself go...
What is the curse which separates us?
The world has been disenchanted.
Contagious mediocrity,
prudent scare,
fearful steps,
unspoken words.
Why can´t you use your wings?
Why can´t you be felt,
Full of light, smile, fresh air?
Cut out wings,
invisible flames.
The deep sadness of the angel
who is looking from the tree,
powerless.
Eloquent, beautiful and immeasurably sad. Strength for the journey, Luis. Warm regards, Sandra
...really a beautiful poem! I am touched...............+10
Cherish the angels, caress their wings.... don't let them fall into darkness, where burns their wings and makes their horns grow....
The world has been disenchanted. Contagious mediocrity, prudent scare, fearful steps, sweet and heartfeeling imaginations..well done..really wel written and impressive much 10/10
A poem to wing its way to a desolate heart, perhaps. Eloquent elegy, and very poignant. Alas - wings and a sigh of regret. Fine and passionate write as alway, Luis. - Will
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 1:41:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh my friend what a beautiful poem...what is preventing us from beeing what we were meant to be - i dont know really You remind us that we can bloom and fly -fly home...Wishing you a Happy New Year filled with joy..Pia