ANGEL

In my darkest hour
Went in search of solace
Find a numerous door steps -
Known them all
But only few, I know
Can Heal me.

Opened the Gate
Nearing to knock
But hesitate a thousand times
For a knock -
That can bring My Cure.
But this 'Me' never do it

Settled on the warm door steps
On the cold night
Thinking the one in the home
Who can ward off my darkness
Yet without a knock
Sat there.

With my imagination
Talked to the inmate - put myself a
Spell by You on Me
It let my eyes sparkle;
Gaining what I needed
Get away from the doorstep

Unaware maybe You - of My Darkness
Yet, You're the one to lit it
Always :)

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There is only one
version of truth.
Commercial
benefactors
are trying to take
their share by
deforming
and twisting it...

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