October 5th

Glittering white feathers taller than 6 feet.
It’s no wonder my wings always drag at my feet.
Destruction and malice, The Earth curse.
My wings turn grey after spending 365 days.
The violence, the shouting.
My feathers start to fall.
Day by day, and one by one.
Summer is over, so begins Fall.
Fall of the angel.

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