Gabriel / Recurring Stranger
In the dark
a stranger sits
ever stranger
is that he fits
unseen
bright as ever
his vision
burns through my eyelids
his wings stretch
from east to west
A mark of seven
across his chest
I sleep at ease
resting atop
the sweetest dreams
a message now clear
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Currently a Graduate student studying Architecture. Always loved poetry but started writing only about a year.
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