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One Sleepless Night, The Angel Rain

White lace caresses glass.
All trace of fingerprints, of life
Made transparent by the dark of night.
A window to the great beyond, the sky
Looks awesome from my corner post,
My watch tower. The grey midnight Divine
Watches over us, its children
Baptised; a cascade of angels.
Clear crystal purity reflects the blue, the gold
Diminished border of West lake.
Now tainted with the light of Man, the angels
Crash against the treetops, roofs, and streets.
I wish it could reach me, the blessèd rain
Dampens the tiled surface of my balcony.
I step outside, breathe in the air,
Press my feet into the clay humidity,
Look up to the sky, pray silently.

-Zac Herman

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