CLOUDS, by michelle hoult Subscribe to rss feed for michelle hoult 

The clouds they are forming.
The shapes of Angel’s wings.
Angels turn to animals,
rabbits, mice and kings.
 
A glance.
a smile, 
the awe of God.
The human goodness avails.
 
The clouds they are forming,
rabbits, mice and kings
Posted: 2010-11-07 20:36:24 UTC
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