A Christmas Story
When I look up into the skyI swear I can see an angel cry
With her silver hair and wings as snow
She is more beautiful than anyone I know
Silent I ask why she is crying
She says her tears is for the people that are dying
But, your tears should be spared to the ones you love
I love all people, every single one
It's too much for me, so unbelievable
I feel so small, as I belong in a cradle
But, don't the people who die come to you?
No, it's not those people I cry for as you do
As a carpet the silent covers us softly
The angel comes down and touched me gently
My sweet child, death is nothing to cry for
But people like you go too early to the shore
My angel of beauty, what do you mean?
I live and laugh, I'm not searching for the sea
No, your eyes don't search but your mind travel
In your dreams
Poetry by Tina
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Written on 2006-03-12 at 23:04
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