Angel Spells

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I am the peace

the gentle wave of silent days

that linger

after winds have worn me away

~

I cry

for the tired words from tired women

who will run to their graves

staring in the mirror

~

I cast you out!

like a spell

stolen from an angel

who fell

when God suggested her shine

did not shine as bright

as all the other stars at night

~

and I thank her for her wings

without contemplating the colour

or shape

or age…

 

-or how far they will take me..

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