On wings like doves
With minds of crows
Each pure thieves in white raiments
Like seeming angels from above
They come and go like daylight
White draped faces never seen
Shifting features moving shadows
They alight from starlit skies
They come and go like vagrants
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Poetics and Musings
PoetryJust a place to keep some original poetry. Feel free to leave feedback, I always am looking for it
