A Heaven Visit

There is a glass in between here and heaven.
I want to break neither the door nor the silence.
Your blurred white wings casted a morning light from that side.
I smiled and returned to presence.

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# photo: Today’s sky tone

Angel Memory

I peek every faces
Of figures in white gowns.
Behind those white wings,
It may be you, somehow.
I don’t know why my angel
Has to return in the clouds.
My soul can’t forget
Your gentleness around.
Do adult surrender
Or not even remember now?

And all these crowds
Are abandoned memories on the ground.

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