The Angel.
In front of me there is an angel.Dressed in white.
With great feathery wings.
And golden hair.
She speaks to me but I cant hear.
She takes my hand and leads me on.
Shows me what she wants.
She wants me to realise.
My life would be nothing without this angel.
Showing me all there is to see.
Showing me the new world for what it is.
Telling me everything is fine.
This angel.
This little child with wings.
Smiles at me.
Her brightest smile.
I take the hand of the angel.
I never want her to let go.
She makes me feel alive.
She makes me feel glorious.
I ask this devine creature.
What is thy name?
Thou who hast shown me.
The way of love.
She answers in four little words.
And four alone.
My name is Friend.
Copyright ©2007 Nyorioko.
Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2007-08-28 at 19:34
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