shimmering
radiant in holy light
there were clouds of them
angels everywhere
tenderly lifting fallen souls
broken children
smiles fractured by eternity
by the mindless carnage of war
and the angels raised them up
gently flew their sweet innocence
home
tio stib
I do hope angels are gently raising them… so heartbreaking…
Admittedly I write such poetry because my mind cannot comprehend the horrors of war. I need to have some kind of hope when I get up in the morning.
Excellent!
Thank you.