I Met An Angel - Poem by Gillian Commerford
I met an angel
his hands were full of apples
his heart merely full
of other people's sorrows.
And now I find myself regenerated
my old face falls away
the door of the labyrinth closes behind me
a soapy moon cleanses the sky
a child rides by on the back of a wolf
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