Just like the angel

Strolling through the celestial darkness,
He witnesses a gleaming presence.
Angel?
He walks faster,
Advancing towards it.
The illumination is blinding;
It doesn’t hinder,
The ardor in his feet.
Feathered lines,
Were becoming conspicuous.
Breathing in the stupendous view,
He bolted towards it.
Now with more verve;
He wants to seize it,
The incandesce,
For the murk around his heart,
To make it vanish.
He is trying;
To reach out,
To seek the beam,
That could have the eloquence,
To clear the mist around him,
His heart,
His soul.
He is sprinting,
Closer with every step.
Waiting;
To bathe in the twinkle,
Of the angel’s radiance.
And dismiss the gloominess;
Allowing the wings,
To embrace him,
And become his armor.
In their warmth,
He will lay,
Shining just like the angel.

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