Black Angel
Journeying through steep,
narrow valleys into which
sunshine never reached,
experiencing jagged breaks,
abrupt upheavals,
gradual changes,
to become
unrecognizable today;
an outsider not part of the
warp and weave of strangers
moving in individual bubbles.
Mesmerized by crystalline depths,
daydreams infinitely gentle
reached out and kissed
my withered hand.
The hole in my heart
is being filled by words
from a black angel's
writing quill.
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