drifting on the darkest air silent creatures of the night graceful twisting turning where currents take their wingless flight Have you seen the angels dance? greying tendrils go beyond human has his focused sight Have you seen the angels dance? peaceful drifting on the wind trailing from an ember's gently glowing light whispered breath will bend graceful angel into flight |
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I like that line a lot. I also like how you repeat the "h" and "w" sounds so often: they make the poem sound soft to the ears. |