Golden Angel
I met a golden angel…
Whose face was made of glass.
She spoke to me of secrets,
Of a world that would not last.
She told me of her kindred…
She told me of their pain.
She shared with me her heartache,
Her tears fell down like rain.
I recognized her longing…
I understood her fear.
My heart was touched by sadness,
I longed to hold her near.
I went to meet my angel,
To bathe her in my love…
But when I went to find her,
I only found a dove.
I touched it's feathered bosom…
Caressed its tiny head,
I tried to read its message,
Was my dear angel dead?
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Golden Angel
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