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Post by Queen of Rain on Feb 20, 2005 7:04:52 GMT -8
Like Phoenix I rose From the ashes The powers fighting Within my soul Are now my source Of inspiration My beauty, my pleasure, my love Thanks to you
Angels form heaven Smiles from childhood lost Snowangels running Tumbling around Never falling
It is not faultless Not a summersday But my angels, my children Welcome me to the world I walked to the fire That gave me strength But a soul of splintered Glass ripped
Birds in a wintersky Appreciation of beauty I’m home My angels My children We are
This is a first draft, it needs revision, can you help??
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Post by dominicmonaghan on Feb 20, 2005 7:23:53 GMT -8
Wow, I'm not too good at helping people with poems, but I really enjoyed reading it. I love the topic and just the way you wrote it in general.
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Post by Queen of Rain on Feb 20, 2005 10:29:20 GMT -8
ok i have changed it to "walk through fire"
and then after glass ripped, added "Yet then came them druids, heal"
cos i felt sth was missing to mark the amazing entrance on my snowangels, (my angels of phoenix, my druids, my birds, my everything)...
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