ANGELS AND MORTALS
A thin line separates
These two creations divine;
One guided by grace
The other lost in time.
Mortals tread with weary hearts
Bound by earthly chains
While angels soar on wings
Above skies weeping with rain.
Both shrouded in mystery
Sharing a trace of history;
Mortals seek eternity
Angels guide them gently.
A delicate line divides
One follows a sacred plan
The other, on a quest
Chasing fleeting ambitions.
Copyright © Hakim Fuhad Mansaray | Year Posted 2024
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