Do you see her? The Runaway Angel?
She's fleeing her life, her hair fanning
out behind her.
Glancing over her shoulder in fear,
Green backpack bumping against her,
Red Converse high tops flying,
Thudding
Over dirty city streets,
Her angel wings fluttering.
Tears come silently like rain
Falling from the Heavens above.
Cold, filthy, starving, terrified, and bruised,
Lonley, broken, exhausted, hurt, and confused.
Beautiful.














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i rather like this poem.
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