In the heaven by Ann Wood
There is heavenfemale angels,
but from these
sometimes they hide
behind the paradise gate.
They lit cigarette
make circles of smoke.
Steal from the wine
cellars of paradise.
Quietly on them fingers
go home in the nights
and lie down drunk
in their angel beds.
Giggle playfully
while others sleep.
Of these angels
God cuts their wings
pulls out the haloes
and drops them to the ground.
For these women
little talk
and very silent.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2017-10-15 at 21:43
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