A tired, old path
fighting the grass
Rainy day soot,
blackens the walls
Dry, wrinkled skin,
hides empty pews
The angel watches,
arching her wings
Lattice and lace,
dripping in white
Faith’s last bastion
drips from her face
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Photo: A street in Prague, Czech Republic, c.b.w. 2008
Words: c.b.w. 2014
Inspiration: The juxtaposition of an aging church and a beautiful piece of refurbished architecture. Can you spot the angel?
C.B. Wentworth 
Picture perfect!
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Thanks! 🙂
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I love the photo and the poem is fantastic. I did not see the angel at first so it was kind of odd to read the poem and then find her.
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Truth be told, I didn’t notice her until I uploaded the photograph for editing. 🙂 Glad I saw her, for she helped me find the words.
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Yes.
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