//Sonreyes Poetry//

//Quality poetry and personal writing space. Dedicated to my inspiring Grandfather, Robert Prado Sr.// Sonreyes Poetry on Facebook

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flying saucers have been following me like guardian angels searching for my flight-risk soul when I was in the fourth grade I believed I was an alien that I could become more secretly special in a way that called the rain leveled buildings I thought I could understand maybe I could reach some kind of infinity I looked up to the sky and thought I could belong somewhere out there I still look up afraid of flying outwards from this life to the next I always felt special like I had guardian angels watching me like vultures

//guardian angels by: alec prado//