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Fallen angel

Under the blossoming cherry tree I lay on the ground.
Blossoms rain down on me, each petal feels like silk on my cheeks.
My eyes stare through the branches at a sky on the verge of sunset.
Electric blue,
ripe peach,
and scarlet sharing space with each other in the sky.
the clouds are as puffy as cotton candy and white as snow.
my silk robes ruffle in the cool spring breeze.
I shiver and comand my great feathered wings to cover me from the chill.
I wince in pain and let out a soft cry when my left wing moves.
I gave up and layed there ignoring the chill and praying.
praying that soon I could be found and brought back to heaven.
I think I'll take the metro-north through hell.