Fallen Angel

Jan SmithOctober 1, 2018

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Fallen Angel

written by: Jan Smith

@JanSmithNL

Reflections of what is passed, gone...
Those broken wings will heal
& slowly open up once more...
Eventually this fallen angel
will again open her wings
& begin to fly
Into new beginnings, & mystery
she will go...

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Jan Smith

MARCH 2018 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com

I have recently started writing poetry, through my work and academic training I gained knowledge and a passion for the written word. Much of my writings are reflections, thoughts and observations of my personal journey of self-discovery.

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