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The Angel of Mundane
The lost little Angel fell into the urban slums .
Walking aimlessly with nothing but her broken wings
She turned herself into granules of dusts
Intangible as a vagabond and chose to be unseen
Escaped from the world of infinity, she paved her own paradise
Fell and be united with the mundane, she was breaking the dreams
Once the shield was broke, her purity shone from the filthy damn cloak
The hidden sanctity glowed, illuminated those souls who ingested by the slums
She chose the uneasy part of life
Scars were the last witness which sealed her true story
Somehow she relieved
Somehow it changed her destiny
Tracing every stitches on her flaw wings
Slums and filth open the other side, her humanity
She was meant to be an angel
An angel among the damned
Risen from the slums, her wings were torn
The shield of a vagabond cracked
She paid the price with mortality instead of her immortality
To be a human is her last destiny
Note: this is the modification poem of my "Sestina" hope that you enjoy it :)
*Thanks to : Andrea Dietrich she inspired me to make this poem into a better form :D hug, Yanny
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