Through cracks in the wall
I saw your star fall
and caught from hitting the ground,
I cradled you in my arms
felt your graceful charms,
and realised it was an angel I caught.
So precious and beautiful
a celestial body of light,
a breathtaking vision
in which I delight,
now do you understand why I stare
through cracks in the wall of a night,
because catching angels is a dream past time to me.
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