On angelic wings

Soaring through a chairoscuro sky

On wings of angelic form spread wide

And flittering in the sirocco breeze,

High above the verdant prismic meadows and trees,

On pure white wings of divinity 

Gliding beautifully, wild and free,

Lost In creation and spirituality

And consciousness and reality,

Between the breathes of illusory 

Where we spend time recreating dreams,

Of how amazing life can be

When we suspend the imaginary,

Of creative imaginations, silent screams,

Of old long lost pain and suffering,

Which are now gone beyond

Those cosy days of mothering,

That we miss so much, for we then felt safe,

In her arms which gifted us such beautiful loving.


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