A winged and holy thing
once flew into me.
Every flutter of its wings
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I always wonder how your imagination works! loved it Tony! 10++
wounds my inner core. And I begin to sing sweet songs of eternity. Ja, It is very difficult in reality of life
A mystical spirituality entices my mind from within the lines of your poem. Very nicely done! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
wounds my inner core. And I begin to sing sweet songs of eternity. from wounds come the songs and they are eternal songs splendid...
A mysterious poem.. you sense something divine in you. you relate the experience of pain and the existence of the Spirit of the Divine in you. thank you for sharing
Wonderful imagery and imaginary. Beautiful poem shared.