smooth as the cumulus clouds <br />in the sky, <br />tardy and furious subject to <br />clash in the mantle of the dark <br />sun <br /> <br />wings can fly as high as the sky, <br />reaching beyond the <br />cripple eyes of the sun; as the <br />color clouds rain the coming <br />day, the stumble angel capture the <br />the profane prey <br /> <br /> <br />the heaven peace <br />is always a lasting place; resting <br />of the feet that knee, a beauty <br />that everybody can see and <br />wings that take us to flee <br /> <br /> <br />thou it is cut, yet! refilling <br />ready to catch the rippling <br />Angels<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rippling-wings/
