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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

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