When you see white light, it is Angel. That's what I told my friend at work too.
One of my friends that I know through work can see things that we can't. Sometimes he would see dark shadows, but sometimes he would see bright lights. I told him that the bright lights are angels that come to watch over him.
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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One of my friends that I know through work can see things that we can't. Sometimes he would see dark shadows, but sometimes he would see bright lights. I told him that the bright lights are angels that come to watch over him.
Sandie
Michael D.
Lovely poem Jane...
Hugs,
Diana...
well penned for sure in rhyme...
Love and Light,
Lily
Ron