Sometimes I think

angels descend from their heavens

because they have to see how we are.

Their temporary home is here with us,

but they already have lived thousands of lives

and keep coming back to this world.

Sometimes in different shapes

a tree, a bird, a beating heart.

You must be an angel like that,

you were here long before too.

Could it be possible

heaven sometimes

isn’t enough?

Could it be?


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Image by Emanuela Venuti