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Angels
Quietly I’ll come to you On the soundless wings of flight, Watching with a loving eye From the dark shadows of the night. I’ll leave a feather Near a window or a door, Near a sleeping child’s hand, Or just maybe on the floor. You may see a tear or two Falling down from the sky, Or the heavens may open up As many angels cry. You may feel a gentle breeze As my wings take to flight, Softly I will leave you As the dawn warms the night. Angels come and go Quietly as can be, Their presence among us Just a fleeting memory.
Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller Web site copyrighted © 2012 by Lydia Warner Miller Cell: 530-391-5056 Home: 530-644-5594 email: brokenbadge8@yahoo.com lydia-miller.artistwebsites.com Fine Art America.com search Lydia Miller 2379 Indian Wells Road Placerville, CA 95667 |
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