An angel’s scream echoes across the universe.
At the loss of his wings
He sits and watches the sunset,
a last-minute painting.
As frenzied swirls of colour fill his mind,
light lunges across the water.
Sober bees go about their business.
An urgent feeling of loss
gripped the angel‘s heart.
Words repeating in his mind.
How can he regain his wings?
Can he prove it to be a momentary lapse?
A sin he will not repeat?
©AnitaDawes2024
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