After so long,
Like a piece of heaven
She falls right back to me.
A slip of fate,
That I, a mere Human,
Have to mend the broken wings,
Bestowed upon her to prove meager souls,
The inexistence of an invisible cage.
Others say, the wings are a misfit,
And I should not mend but rather remove them,
But who understands?
She can FLY!
I do mend them,
With kind words, soft touch,
Unconditional care and Passionate love.
Even though I know,
One day I will have to let her go,
For if she don’t fly away,
Wings would simply be a misfit,
And with me she will stay a Fallen Angel.
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