Light - Poem by Francis Santaquilani
She's turned her back on the light above.
There are no angels there.
She emits her own light now and
Chooses the color of that light.
Then descends into the bottomless black
And silence. Floating and
Hoping that on this trip
Down the first approaching light she spots
Will be her angel and not
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