Fallen Angel

Photo Credit: Jordan Health on Unsplash

A feather was plucked

By my Father

Each time the previous

Grew back from mild falls

But when I fell completely down

All the feathers that He plucked

Were tossed into the fire

Before mine eyes

So I’d never fly again

And fly again I never did

Now, I live among you

A beauty without wings

Retaining my face

Without the glow.

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