The feathers fall,
Soft as snow.
Here and there,
The angel sheds her tears.
They fall around,
Silent in the air,
Soft as snow,
In the evening breeze.
YOU ARE READING
Beside You He Walks
PoetryWhen I write, I feel like a wolf, Howling to the moon. When someone reads, I feel like they too, Are a wolf, howling to the moon. And although we are world's apart, We are together still-- A pack of wolves, Howling to the moon.
Feathers falling
The feathers fall,
Soft as snow.
Here and there,
The angel sheds her tears.
They fall around,
Silent in the air,
Soft as snow,
In the evening breeze.
