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| An Angel By: Kate Brandywine What light shines through this window of mine on which the other side is dark, but light it lets through so bright. Beams shine like a new day, but the day has not yet begun. As I sit and bestow my thoughts with a mind of passive reflection I bethink my true affection. This bond within my loyal nerve here within my sanity of mind I exhale unfamiliar mortality into my love. This breath so light and whimsical his lungs but mortal flesh, and yet he breaths parallel to me. An angel begrid in iridescent illumination. He is but my mortality, and yet not my existence. The peace he brings to the light as he moves over the room of this duration he is but my angel captivating this soul with only his flushed radiance. And angel that is but my mortality, the light that dawns the fresh day, and the breath I will eternally breathe. |
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