Within the arms of an angel
There I would love to be
Within her breezy wings
I would love to sleep.
To count her heart beats
As I beat the memories
Of some ancient pains
Through her petting wings.
I seem engulfed
In an haven of love
And for a fact,
I wouldn't want to be freed
Just like the wish of a flower
Over the honeybee.
©Onyedikachi: The Cub To The Seven Gods.
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