poem on loving a too good angel >:<

the sunlight peers in through the window

angels float in with the wind

its the suns way of saying hello

good morning, how are you?

something divine runs through my hair

combing, combing, combing

through the knots and the sweat and grime

beckoning me, “get out of bed please!”

floating out

downwards into my kitchen

rummaging through my drawers

scent of food wafting in

i crawl out of my burrow

and inch to jannah

layers reversed

dates and sweet milk in my belly

warmth settling deep in it

hands intertwine with mine

locking fingers 

with a being

of pure light

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