MichealangeloA Poem by Andromeda ... He never knew that he gave an angel wings. He never knew As he held the brush In his porcelian hand As he let The purple paint Drip down That he was giving an angel wings. As he let The diamond paint Dance its way across the canvas He never knew Never blinked to realize He was giving an angel wings. As I stood behind his shoulder: A zephyr watching He gave an Angel Wings.
© 2008 Andromeda |
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