Poetry For Our Time

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. -Novalis


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          Because even in Heaven
they don’t sing
                         all the time.

 Sometimes the angels
                                   must stop
                            and rest their joyous voices
               and stretch 
      their wings 
                and fall
                            to Earth
to smile on us
                and bless us 
with perfect



Written by Ashley

February 3, 2009 at 2:45 am

Posted in Poem, Uncategorized

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  1. this is beautiful.

    ‘nough said.


    February 3, 2009 at 2:46 am

  2. I agree it just creates a good calm beautiful feeling


    February 3, 2009 at 3:51 am

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