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Pale Angels

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Timid, Pale
sHe crawls from her hole
Sun shining a golden shadow upon her majestic face
Eyes twinkling in the new day
Hair glistening with joy and rapture
alight in with the splendor of illuminated saffron

Anew day is here
We have all become someone else
Theres time enough for all dreams and pregnant doves. . .
to fly triumphantly through the night
into our bright new world.

She takes one step and is blinded
Never truly seeing the sun in all its radiating power

The day has become painful like the last
burdened,
lonely,
monotonous
She left her hole for love and adventure but none was to be found,
all but heat
fire
hell, death
the prescence of the sun.