Angel

Sun, 05/07/2017 - 09:05 -- ACME

Wrapped in a sleeve of grace

Cuddled in an angel's wings

Between it's heart and mine there is no space

Between it and me there are no secret things

 

When I die my angel will hold my spirit

I will still take cover under it's feathers

It's heartbeat? I'll still hear it

Our bond, even death couldn't sever

This poem is about: 
Me

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