My Cherub


The cherub in the orb of agony,
flutters the wings as it peeps in,
through the window from behind the lemon tree.
I am lifted up and away from the roots of my kin,
as the wings of the cherub form a hot air baloon.
The orb appears as a miniscule speck,
from up ubove in the lustrous blue room.
I gorge on the cotton candies chosen from the deck.
I wake up with the lingering sweetness upon my tongue.
The cherub, being a dream of childhood flies away.
I lift up my eyelids as from the morning sky the sun is hung 
I run, delirious, to my window on yet another day.

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