The World's Angel - Poem by Shachia Oryila
I stood under the umbrella tree
on a cool and breezy night
waiting for an angel.
dozens of years had gone by
as one tried to outshine another
in this game of Romeo and Juliet.
as we longed and waited
soon a light shone in front.
in its illumination I sensed
the flashes of slivery fabric
in the the slobe lights. I sighed
here come the one and only
angel the world vigillied in wait.
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