An Angel In Disguise
Over the hills near a gentle stream
Lies a place evergreen where the butterflies play
With an atmosphere so beautiful and tranquil
It makes reality feel like a dream.
He spots her gently washing her linen with skill
Sitting at her favourite spot day after day.
Her soft hands were so wrinkled
And her knuckles were left swollen
Yet her beauty and wisdom still over flowed
The soft linen was crinkled
As there were two small loads
kept in brass laundry barrels with a touch of gold.
Her love so pure with a radiant glow
Shown in her face that hides her pain
And she hides her scars and silent tears
So that no one will ever know.
An Angel in Disguise sits in fear
Hoping one day to fly free again.
Contest. - An Angel In Disguise
Sponsor - Isaiah Zerbst
Copyright © Sasha Maharaj | Year Posted 2015
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