I saw an angel on the train
Beautiful profile of a man
Or that of a perfect lady
Standing in the corner
Wearing a white overcoat
You were quiet
Gazing out the window
With a look of compassion
Invisible
Only I can see your wings
Hidden behind your skin
Feathery white
How beautiful it would be
To see you fly
Under the clear blue sky
Reflections on the eternal blue seas
Sudden gush of wind
You twirl up high
Blinded by the sun;
I lost you
A space occupies
The corner where you were
Only the faint smell remains
I saw an angel on the train.
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