Trade Their Wings
Angels cry and cannot fly
when thoughts of love stir above.
And though desire burns like fire:
its flame is subdued by shame.
Veiled in fear, love draws a tear:
till crying eyes, wet the skies.
So when Angels cry, tears flow;
and their pain morphs into rain.
Love dreams, evoking extremes:
levies a toll on their soul.
And Angels cope without hope:
seeking ways to skip such days.
Angels desire touch so much:
dreams garner bliss from a kiss.
And as love starts to haunt hearts:
they'd trade their wings for such things.
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