Angels Hair

I hear the angels

I hear the angels

Muffled voices, breeze

Insignificant

World changing

Open your ears

I hear the angels

I hear the angels

Distant muted

Barely noticed

Quiet pure

Open your heart

I am the leaf

Letting go of the branch

Gently falling from grace

Surrounded by the buzzing sounds

Only to land on the ground

Unknown place of death

Still bound to the nature of birth


©2016 Abdul Batin Bey