#1453-Bright
23/07/2021
The rusty angel,
Aims her arrow,
At a shining screw.
A visible soul,
Among aging shadows,
And those,
Stained by raindrops and time,
Holding on tightly,
Refusing to die.
Continuing to believe,
In things that mean,
Like those beliefs,
We can only feel.
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