Delicate wings
Delicate wings
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Some people are more tender than others
Beautiful Liz. Allowed me in.
Her word and beauty memorized me.
Woman who strip down their true cover and show you what is
hidden beneath clothing and fear.
They are rare and delicate ladies.
Many skeletons for us to hide.
Few perfect people.
We are just flesh and bone trying to understand our life and journey.
All of us cling to thing lost and cannot be found.
First kiss, first love embrace and the first dance.
They are printed into our mind and heart.
It is a sad world dear Liz.
Hard to forget bad places and things.
I believe the hard places teach us to appreciate the good places today.
When I see you. I saw delicate wings struggling to fly.
I see beauty bursting out and I know.
You will be okay. If you need a friend to listen.
Johnnie can be found.
We are fragments of many things dear friend.
Live and learn. Dance and sing. Laugh and cry.
Make the world know you are alive.
Hard to be a perfect Angel. We must do our best.
Coyote/John Castellenas
Angels, especially, are not perfect. They struggle to blend in, to conform with this earthly realm. They long to be human.
You said it well: “Live and learn. Dance and sing. Laugh and cry.”
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Oh my my. Thank you for sharing. This is beautiful.
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No one is lucky enough to find such tender beauty,
and not all are fortunate to have a gardner guarding the spread of wings. The poem originates when the two come together…
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Yes it does. Thank you for the amazing review.
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