beauty will seep out of the pages anyway
no matter how you frame it
leaving a trail of clouds
the angels follow;
follow you, reminding you there is a glory
they cannot bind
and in your heart and mind, stay free
and these belong to you who cannot be taught
a higher thing than what you feel
when beauty peals out,
despite of everything
mary angela douglas 17 january 2016
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