
Photo: Chagit Moriah-Gibor
An angel had been here
But it is here no more.
All it left is an imprint
Of what could be, before.
Will it come back
To see us?
Will it our wishes grant?
Deep in sparkling snow
I don’t know
If it will
If it can’t.
Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Ooh, this one was so wistful and pretty. Nice work!
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๐ Thank you! ๐
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Great choice … your poem fits it really well since snow angels eventually disappear.
Clever, Na’ama. Have a great weekend …
Isadora ๐
https://isadoraartandphotography.com/2018/11/30/art-sculpture-white-on-white/
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๐ Thanks, Isadora! (so glad you caught that little double layer there… ;))
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Made me smile!
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Yay! ๐
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