Miranda Arocho

He Made Me - Poem by Miranda Arocho

He made me
Like an angel who strums the cord of pleasure
Parallel properties of pulchritudinous hitting me
Only to return to their source

He made me
With the Kaolinite covered wings unborn spirits cry
An unceasing elegance by which Heaven transcends through
Gate of promise, purity
When the song was more than just lovely,
It’s noise an untainted vessel, too enchanting for this world Seraphic note after another, a saint like force

He made me

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 22, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 23, 2011

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