Almost
an Angel. (Triple A)
Death
cannot destroy light,
Or
something so pure.
It
is hard to fight,
Upon
the solar winds,
Every
day and every night.
Golden
glow surrounds,
Called
to a mission,
To
do his bidding,
Accept
her permission,
Gladly
in submission,
Without
forced attrition.
Walking
on the droplets,
Hidden
in the clouds,
Sated
by pure water,
Pure
sound and light,
And
loves delight,
Carried
on, always upright.
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