There is no differenceA Poem by Fin BuckleyWhat a sight to behold.The morning sun Crawls in through my window, And my eyes open To see an angel With the purest aura Beside me.
A figure so divine It would take scholars Years to fully appreciate Its simple complexity. I don’t even notice That it is not an angel But a human being I’m gazing upon, Though there is no difference When it comes to her. © 2017 Fin Buckley |
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2 Reviews Added on May 13, 2017 Last Updated on May 13, 2017 AuthorFin BuckleyAboutI simply enjoy writing. Let the littlest things inspire you, and let that inspiration run wild. You will find yourself making a lot of art when you do. more.. |

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