Sunday, 7 April 2013

Ash angels

Running back and forth,
Through the firestorm,
I wait,
And catch,
The tainted snowflakes,
In hands that are warmed,
In dust and dirt,
Smudged with cares,
Broken, bleeding, torn,
Yet still filled with wonder,
Even as I scrape together,
Bloodied ashes and form,
Crude angels on the ground,
That surround me,
Their shadowy wings outstretched,
To keep me from harm.

~Rei Shiori

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