Alas!

alas!

Oh, what a day it was

I was flowing with the wind

Standing by the creek

Saw an angel with a broken wing

I stuttered to a halt

And hid behind a rock

As if compelled by

Some mystical force

It was a vision extraordinaire

Though there was gloom on her face

As if her crying eyes were asking

“Will I ever be healed, is someone here?”

Something inside me wanted to help

Though I was not sure

“From the whirlpool of pains

Would I be able to bring her ashore?”

I walked up to the creek

And asked who she was

With frightened eyes she looked at me

Into the tree she vanished, alas!

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