With wings that dare to fly
through the storm of her life.
With wings that spread into the gales
and dare to cleave through her life’s storm!
With wings that carry a spirit of gold
had feathered her down into the sea.
With wings that spread again
to shoot out from the watery abyss of death.
With wings, she ascended
to the open arms of heaven…
where open ears and hearts
that endowed Raven with angelic wings.








I love the second Stanza.
so lovely dearest Daniel I love the juxtaposition of the raven and angel wings 💕
Beautifully penned, Daniel. Another amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian