Day 2: Angels Fall
We can’t all be angels. Even they fall,
entangled in white silk, stars and clouds
carrying the world when it hits a wall,
running rampant, ignorantly disavowed.
We can’t all be angels. Or can we?
To be entwined in love and light
when we think that what we see
are firmaments endless as the fight.
We can’t all be angels. Sometimes they fall
and it takes us all to lift them aboard
when waves crush wings and words appall,
love remains at the end of the world.
We can’t all be angels, or can we?
Sometimes we forget what we can be.
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