Echoes of angel’s wings. {Poetry}

Photographer: Ludovic Florent

Photographer: Ludovic Florent

It happens sometimes,
in early morning
a pewter mist touches
the dawn of light
casting an ancient heaviness
a shroud of seamless walls,
it’s the space of echoing
angel’s wings.

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About Carolyn Riker

A creative explorer using the magic of imagination, surfing the sea of understanding and finding bridges to connect it all.
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