Wings
matchless texture is it not to thee
fictious in devotion for it can be
worshiped by many but few devour
peacfull it is to see an angels myth
brings pleasure to all humans bliss
wonderer of thy wings hith
thou art pure by body and soul
eyes have not seen thy lashes roll
nor wings to fall but rather call
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