I think I always believed in Angels
But the ones I saw just don’t have wings
They showed up as I needed them to
While the world was busy with other things
They entered my dimension
Through vehicles such as art
Creating treasures out of trash
And healing through broken hearts
Picking up my pieces
And turning them into Peace
Hiding behind the eyes of those
Our systems call the least
Penetrating so called power
To reveal what they want us to disguise
We are all angels from time to time
When Truth is lifted above lies
© Copyright 2023 Pedro S. Silva II
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