The Last Angel
He said to me:
“Do not fear,
there is no end,
only different ways
of being loved.”
Then
he took off his wings
and placed them
upon my shoulders.
So I understood:
salvation
does not come
from above,
but
from the one
who stays
to weep
in your place.
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