I sit here alone,

Upon this world do I weep,

The lines of age seen here on my face,

match those upon this shelter deep,

The blackness around as dark as my heart,

As I stay here trapped,

my mind plots plans,

And my name serves me well.

Poetry : Mira Sophia

Photography : Antonio

3 thoughts on “archangel”

    1. Only because I had been nagging and nagging her to write me a poem to go with this picture, of the archangel who fell from heaven and now walks amongst us…. well, amongst the Dutch at least!


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