Do we all not begin our lives as angels
innocent and pure,
With unruffled wings and glistening halos
no problems to endure?
And as we grow and take our steps
some missed with tumbles that bruise,
The paths we take and steps we walk
are all the ones we choose,
Though our feathers may be molted
and halos bent and dull,
A bit of that angel still remains
and is found within us all
Photography Credit https://flic.kr/p/hArznJ
Very nice – and it’s so nice and marvelous when we actually find that remnant of the angel in someone we thought lost the angel in then along the way :)
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Yes indeed, especially someone we had given up hope on! Thanks!
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Beautiful post! :)
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Thanks!
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This is a very, very, beautiful poem. Great post, excellent read.
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Thanks!
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