JS Angel Wings: Fragile 4 ❤️
In a trembling of silence, I empty glass again
And I grieve my ancient cosmic destiny,
As the crying vessels are poured into the marble,
I will grasp it again, in the fading fog of my faith,
I drink the glass sweetened to me with the poison.❤️
Leda Angel © May 19, 2021
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