Angels walking in the blury night
Tinkle hiding in the demons suit
Spindle howling in the sweet fruit
Seeds pain in your innocent root
The love is catching
Fire in the clouds raining
Lie is shining
Wind is blowing
Heaven is draining
God is sleeping
Sweet words ending
Eyes are crying
Always shying
No one is loving
The way you want.,its hunting
But This lesson is a blessing
You are growing
Wounds are healing
Finally you realised
They were angels
In the demons form
Shot you to root you
In your balance ground
If you love yourself now
Bless those demon dove
Because they made themselves low
To make you more powerful
In this life show.
©priya1910
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