Florin Lacatus Poet Verse

Angel-less

I dreamed 
that 
every human being
carries 
a burned angel 
on their back,
like a wing 
that 
no longer knows
toward 
which heaven 
to fly.

Then I understood:
it is not 
we 
who seek salvation,
but 
salvation itself, 
weary,
searching for us 
through the ruins.

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