Angels of mercybyRazzRajen©
*Sliding hands...fevered brows perspiration
a sheen and only to fight imbalances.
Those angels in green move ,
flit and take the cares away
Angels of mercy and
harbingers of fortune
Care is wiped away, a deft stroke, a padded embrace
Slipped needles and Missed strokes
Why did she not hold fast
Slippages occur Always, did He see it coming
Never again those myrtled greens,
now its bourgnone and lilac
And late goes the hour.
Time waits for No man nor woman,
Sometime I wish time would stop For Me