Send me an angel
Not the kind that believes in God And no, not the kind that IS God. But an angel nonetheless. One who can fly Even when it got no wings One who can embrace me Even though it got no body. What IS an angel then? Or what is THIS kind of an angel, you may ask. Well, to know one is to be one So maybe tonight I am wishing to become one Not to die Because that is sadly my predictable end Whether I like it or not But an angel when I'm living Let me fly without wings Embrace without body And touch souls Whenever wherever possible.
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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