Everywhere you can see,
There they are.
Fallen angels.
Waiting to be saved.
You might not know it.
They hide their scars well.
The scars of their wings.
Fallen angels are everywhere.
In the most unlikely of places.
They don't let people in.
Almost never.
If you find one,
Help them find what they lost.
They lost so much.
They lost their wings.
Their grace.
Their innocence.
If you find one.
Help them.
They were once found,
But are now lost.
Help them,
To be found,
Once more.
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RastgelePoems that I created on my own time and I put my own heart into it. Please do not use them for any reason. These poems are a part of me and like my life's song. Thank you for reading these poems.
