Colours Of The Void Poem by Ema Scott
Colours Of The Void
Silent grace of the night
Moving without the aid of sight
No wings to thee have on thins back
No golden features are intact
No rim of gold is on thy's head
No halo balancing over insted
No bright smiles goes unseen
No lingering look, has there been
But you are indeed and angel
Full of silent grace
Only those who look hard enough
Will see thy's angelic face
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5/4/2024 7:18:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I liked this poem very much!