Silent Blessings
Silent winds
travel through trees,
frolicking on limbs
to melodies created by angelic voices,
as they float through the air.
A hymn only the archangels hear,
as they look down from heaven,
keeping their night watch,
as we slumber tranquilly
in our beds.
Ever present,
always guiding,
hearing our prayers.
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RebelPoet
A small town New England poet from CT. I like figuring out ways to make words work. Suppose you could call me a Rebel Poet. I write about your standard themes in different ways. I also write about experiences, changes, etc. I'd like it if you'd read what I post and leave constructive criticism. I don't consider debates constructive or conducive to writing, though.
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