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Angels
Wings, halos, and sunny
Unspoken words taste like honey.
Fluttering around the heavenly zone
They carry the Almighty's throne.
Overflowing with kindness
They erase our inner emptiness.
Agglomeration of forbearance
And superabundance
Are they existent, yet?
This, indeed, is a constant quest.
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Christuraj Alex
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