Angel
AngelWhere I once soared
Now I topple
My shattered, blood tipped
Disgraced wings
Can hold me no longer
Plummeting out of Hevan
My tortured soul
My freefall holds no smiles
Catch me father...
Catch me...
Angel
AngelPoetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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