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Sleepless nights, the mind bends.

A cherub dies, broken wings cannot fly.

Trapped in life’s conventions, choked to death.

With one last breath, she sighs good-bye.

 

Who will mourn? Do you bury an angel?

Doves fly above and a rainbow arrives.

Not a cloud in the sky and the sun is shining.

Perhaps no one has noticed…a gentle rain falls.

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