An image of the heavens,
the wind of angel wings blow
across golden pavement on
an endless road, no place to
go when the lost search for
The road runs through a crowded
place filled with souls, none had
a face; a loving mercy on angelic
winds went swiftly by; somewhere
in the distance a compassionate
In this place lives loneliness and
shame, far from the gates of Heaven,
a place where even the angels look
away, a visiting place; no one who
passes through wants to stay.
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