Our angels
when kisses went mad
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1 min readSep 4, 2020
My angels were prisoners,
growing inside my fears.
they’ve got wings to fly,
but no power to rise.
they’ve got love to give,
memories and smiles.
and maybe one day, one day…
they’ll be free again.
Last night I’ve met your angels,
we’ve talked until sunrise,
drink some bottles of red wine,
from 1969.
unchained some untold stories,
hard goodbyes.
I think I’ll see them again,
until the end of our time.
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