Lost Child

Thu, 08/29/2013 - 03:21 -- kothole



I had a dream that you were alive,

 and you told me not to cry. 

You whispered in my ear,

that God took you in his arms,

with all thee Angels huddled round,

and He said to you;

“Dear child, my Earth could not have handled you.

You would have blinded everyone with your beauty,

left all speechless in your presence,

and all deaf from your already Angel voice.

No child, my Earth was just not ready for such a beauty.”


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