Angel who has fallen from the northern sky,
How are your wounded wings?
I wish to nurse you but at the same time I refuse;
I long for you to be in good health but I do not want you to return to where you’ve fallen from.
Do I seem selfish or contained to yearn for you?
Am I too convinced that you’ve another in the skies above?
O visionary of ebony and porcelain!
How are your wings?
Your smile is calm and sincere and it gives me much joy but your words speak not…
No, your words barely speak.
No, your words barely speak.
Angel who has fallen from the northern sky, how are your wounded wings?
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