Angela

Angels in their heaven seldom come,
now-days, to earth. I often try to catch a
glimmer of those white wings beneath the
evening star, but all too soon they fly in
long and limpid circles ‘till the dawn
arrives to turn the heavens back to sky. O
ground, O hallways where her lithe steps
resound against the sad, tired bricks
in measured time, [...]

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