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ANGEL OF LOVE
I reach a place,
somewhere between the cliffs and the
clouds, where the angels are. Among them, there
is the angel of love. His skin is dark, his eyes are
closed and his large black wings - and arms -
are widely spread.
He rocks like a pendulum, and when the angels join
him,
In chant and motion,
Enchanted motion,
And chanted emotion, the clouds part
To surround them with mist, gray and white mist.
My eyes are shut.
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