With sonnets of the mind
Glowing as the sun shines
Two beautiful views in the eyes
To happen in such light
An angel in white
With a scent so sweet
An angel in black
Dressed for a dream complete
Sounds of the screeching rails
As the train approaches
Two on separate sides
How can I make such time
Though my choices are clear
I should have made the attempt
However, one has stayed in my vision
As the other vanished in transition
Coming straight forward is the train
That the angel of white
Has boarded the ride
For one opportunity missed
As the wheels scratch the tracks
To move forward in motion
The angel in black
Still in place
Is the one
I will not miss
About the Creator
Mistello
A poet from Harlem NY, that loves to tell stories through the art of poetry.
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