Angels Or StatuesMature

Diamonds stud cool, white marble wings,

Raised intricately in feathered patterns.

Gilded halos polished to sunlit gold,

Yet cold and unresponsive.

They stand on their statue-bases,

Taut as guitar-strings, stone muscles tautened,

Beneath the final, glassy layer of white,

Glossing over every imperfection.

Their stances suggest a silent but passionate yearning,

Hearts of metal not quite frozen,

But almost dead inside.

Outstretched arms and outspread wings,

Never to grab what they seek.

The End

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