Angel’s Fear

what ail thee?
oh grieve not, days die
when the nights fall, and
no form of love is perfect
or wrong. Let’s love
no matter how many skies
may fall, or winds get stormed.
Listen, darkness is playing
a song of the instincts,
let’s not make our night
full of regrets. XK

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