Angel - Poem by Aram Stefanian
I can fly, I can walk,
I can cry, I can talk.
I'm awake to the conundrum of night,
I spin the thinnest thread of sunlight.
I'm not sorry I've descended upon Earth.
I'm going to escort you from death to birth.
I skirmish with the implacable foes and fiends,
I'm not fearful of tempests and whirlwinds.
I will rescue you, yet you should follow the signs.
You can learn more if you read between the lines.
I'm your faithful guide on the way to infinity,
I'm your angel messing with the bitter reality.
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