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Angel
Weathered-- have my wings,
but i feel weightless.
Free falling
into your eternal bliss.
Head first, just praying
you'll be there to catch me.
And whisper those words
only a decade could translate.
"Welcome home, Angel."
Published 15th Dec 2020
Author's Note
Sometimes I get high and write bad poetry.
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15th Dec 2020 9:57am
15th Dec 2020 6:34pm
Words only a decade could translate has terrific depth and subtlety. The sensitivity of your writing always commands deep interest and resonance.
15th Dec 2020 7:14pm
15th Dec 2020 7:21pm
lol hey sensitive is good and better than insensitive. It's poetry not road construction. 😉
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16th Dec 2020 1:22am
I think many of us have our own way of getting high and writing poetry. It will always remain the truth of that moment despite how bad we think it is. I don't think it's a bad poem at all; on the contrary, I think it's lovely and hints of hope.
