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Saturday, September 10, 2005


   Fragile Angel
A soft flap,
Within the breeze,
You sit on the ground,
Gently on your knees,

Your wings had been,
Of frosted ice,
Your smile was warm,
Simple and nice,

Your eyes bewitching,
With a loving flare,
You gave hope to the weak,
And had a unique air,

Each wing,
Was made of gold,
You tell stories,
Of the future untold,

You gave me hope,
As I gazed in your eyes,
Your simple pleasure,
Was also mine…

(Just another one of my poems I write on occasions and at times)

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