Abandoned Angels
We played a lot of games,
the stars dancing of their loud laughs.
They seemed cluster of angels
surrounded me with their songs too.
I wanted to close my eyelids,
to listen their innocent voices.
Their sadness was still very lucid,
like hanging thistledown in space.
And their midnight painful pules,
cleaved and grinded me unceasingly.
Copyright © Maris Warrior Tuazon | Year Posted 2020
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