Transparent as a thought

This night sky hugs my eyes
like a porcelain doll
these memories cling to my mind
untill my mind no longer clings
this is close as it gets
there is war, it is ugly as sin
there is a place of peace of sorts
with nowhere to begin
all around me the voices of angels
cry of hunger, of destitution, of sorrow
untill there is nothing twixt earth and sky
but sorrowfull angels
waiting for porcelain dolls to come alive…

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