It fell from the sky,
from the clouds,
from above.
It yelled out its cries,
from behind its shroud without love.
A fallen angles nightmare dream,
no one can hear it faintly scream,
wanting to grow back its wings.
A symbol of faith again to sing,
melodies from up above high,
atop the clouds, atop the sky.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
When we speak of fallen angels we think of someone that was doing right and then did something wrong. This poem metaphorically speaks of this fall and the anguish that goes with it. Nicely done
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