Angel, Again

Thu, 11/24/2016 - 11:45 -- ahxra

Just like art, she is constantly evolving

Each in breath she takes brings more

Purity and clarity than there ever was.

 

Her gentle eyelashes flutter as each drop of rain

Falls softly onto her cupid's brow

Caressing her face as if it were God's hand itself.

 

"Sweet, sweet Delilah", they whisper from above

"Sweet, sweet Delilah, die with honour and with love".

 

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