❝ How could heaven ascend such an angel onto this ungrateful world? And unfortunately, he was tainted by brutality and cruelty of humanity ways. His free spirit was chained and his wings were cut. Oh, his beautiful wings that he once soared high with. I wish he could fly again, to see him in his freedom, but today, just for today I'd settle for the way of how much at peace he looked. How well rested and how divine he seemed to be as his eyes remained close and his breath slowed ❞
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Eunoia • Book Three
Poetrycurrently - regular, daily updates. ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ❞ Book Three of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words di...
