drops of water fell harder on the angel's wings, pulling him under, drowning him in his own unwelcomed thoughts and fears. but hope was still there, like certain birds' coatings that do not get wet in water, and helped him stay above...

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Burn with me....

The light weighed heavy upon his shoulders, illuminating the doubts boiling within. Old fears haunt again.

Great work. I like the dynamic feeling of the character, almost like he's trembling.

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"It is the commonest of mistakes to consider that the limit of our power to perceive is also the limit of all there is to perceive." C.W. Leadbeater
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and the water then followed the paths of the lines of his face, by his eyes by his brow, like a grace that by his lips, fell aground and shouted loud with a sound that seems to hammer, on his thoughts and on his wings, every drop of water hammers... he is silent, in between, this autumn rain and his own anvil, he resides on broken thoughts and barren dreams, he reclines on dawn and morning, he would wrong some higher one... he would covet his return, and then build himself a ladder...

and ascending now he dreams, dwelling morning and reclining against his pillow, under light of dawn.

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Lassel

many many thanks

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Lassel

And as the light weighed upon his wings, the shadow that it casts, and that flows from his doubts pulled him further down in a cauldron where all his sentience would be boiled down to thoughts.

// Again you surprise me with a great comment. Thank you!

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Lassel

You are very welcome, I find your work to be very emotive.

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"It is the commonest of mistakes to consider that the limit of our power to perceive is also the limit of all there is to perceive." C.W. Leadbeater
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Clubs: ~caffeineaddicts, *PortraitPencilArt

Thank you again!

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Lassel

Thats AMAZINGGGG