The Fallen Angel by Gustave Doré « Gathered Nettlesgatherednettles.com
Oh sweet fall
cushion thee with feathers
As I crash to the Earth
from the sky I’m now severed
Cut away forever
this wingless fall
No more I hear
heaven’s call
Angel no more
alas, no more…
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