Seraph’s Tears

Rushing on a diagonal plane,

Frowning faces,

Wiping windshields all in vain.

You fly down,

A flipped balloon,

Such voluminous sound,

One might as well swoon.

How you are loved,

Abuser of mine,

You strike, I am clubbed,

Your beauty, divine.

The one I find glorious,

We meet upon the street,

It’s all a euphoria,

Your time here, so fleet.

A passing musky scent,

Always tells you’ve went,

In bliss,

Shall I sigh.

Ever after, heaven’s cry.

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