Caroline, Age 16, Chilliwack, BC

Desolate angels come from the beyond.
They tip toe their ways into our souls.
Reassure us of optimistic futures,
Gazing into our minds to take the troubles away.
We breathe the pessimistic oxygen the world offers us.
They exhale absolute purity.
Conforming themselves to no one,
Nurturing our thoughts.
Dilemma stops itself from penetration.
Life becomes balanced and only pure clarity exits the spirit.
Imagination and wisdom surround the heavens.

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