Angels

By Mac Guerreiro

When the night bleeds into day,

And eye just don’t know my way,

Not quite here,

Or there,

Parts of me floating everywhere,

The frozen droplets are my home,

As are the bubbles in the fish bowl,

Both reminders of my good fortune,

Days are days,

And nights are nights,

Not all of them will be alright,

But,

And here comes the cliché,

There are valuable lessons to be found all the same.

Published by Mystical Mac

Born in Brazil and raised in California eye am an artist better identified as a conscious creator and intuitive healer. My gift for storytelling in various forms as well as my keen perception into the metaphysical allows me to share my perspective in ways that eye hope are of help and use to those around me. Thank you for reading, listening and watching; it means the world to me.

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