So strong it would
Beat
Through your hands,
The blood pounds upon
Your mind
As the angels cry,
Rain falls to
The ground
As feathered wings
Fly apart,
The little bird flies
Through angel tears and soars
Into the Lord's hands,
He releases it from pain
Then it returns to its proper
Place within your
Chest,
It thrums like a
Drum
Finally settling
Down
To its inevitable
Rest.
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Author:
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