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From Above and Underneath

Swooping down from above
to place hands in care
however needed
No hidden agenda
But perhaps not hands
but wings
floating above
a withering body
a lost soul
In your eyes
loving kindness
What if that love
turned to hate
It cannot be
can't entertain
that thought of despair
The world is full of dust
but underneath it
a lush green forest
where angels and fairies
take respite
They strengthen together
then float back to dust
to extinguish it
lay hands and wings on
without hidden agenda.

Angel

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