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MY ANGELShe whispered “are you ready dear?” Fair lady of porcelain complexion Brightness of face translucent as Beautiful to diminish the finest rose I was walking the top of a craggy cliff Staring out to a vastness of ocean Lashing and pounding the ground below Grassy was the path Drizzle tarnished the day I was alone The wind curled and wrapped itself around And my dangling earrings had become weapons that Blew to my skin and pierced it My steps were measured and slow Gulping freezing salty air When suddenly A presence approached and Wings launched my frame Into the frenzied downpour Soaring over the mass And dipping into waves Specks of coloured confetti flew before me Penetrating my eyes Entrancing She smiled Lifting me to a safe ledge and holding my hand Dreams evaporated and she was gone Still her hand held mine And I was not alone Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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