Angels

Mon, 10/13/2014 - 22:08 -- zari.

My angels, my angels would never leave me bare footed on the cold pavement, of homeless sight .

The darkness, I see in my visions ; they would always clear it with light .

Despite all my troubles, my angels break that hardship, and make my gold worth double.

They huddle around me and protect my being from hurt, pain, and they pick me up when I fall off my lead and stumble.

My angels, my angels, you lift my blessings, despite of my actions with broken handles .

A hold of my future, they straighten my focus, as it flip flops, as if it was wearing sandals .

Highly clever, very smart or whatever, my angels teach me from right and wrong, invading my adventure called life .

My angels, I salute you .

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