I found an angel
Crying under the trees
She didn’t needed to be saved
For she was already save by God.
Maybe she just needed a hand
So I gave her both my shoulders
She just drenched my white shirt
With her grace and it gave me
A kind of pleasure, not of her tears
But of something unprecedented.
She just drenched my white shirt
With her grace and made
My shirt translucent and
She saw right through it.
She saw my heart,
My heart’s rhythm of agony
My heart’s dance of pain
She saw that my heart
Yearned for something pure.
Like the honey dews on grass
Like the pollen dusted
On a bee’s knees and back
Like a zephyr on a hot summer’s day
She brought me peace
Brought me back to life.
I just needed something
Which I didn’t really had
Something pure, something divine
So she…
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