Poetic Musings…

                                                                                                             ©Aliana Alani 2015

 

Soft in the light I wandercandle-flame

Angels hovering – waiting, protecting

‘To be or not to be’ sing the strains of Hamlet

The air ripe with questions

Perhaps even possibilities

And I, riding their undulating waves,

Await answers – but from where

To be

                what would that mean –

                                exactly?

 

 

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