Angel Wings
I love the way she calls.
She uses all the elements of the stars,
The universe itself.
Her voice floats, gently calming my nerves.
If I could be anywhere, I'd be anywhere by her side.
Where everything except her voice is silent.
She calls from beyond the reach of telephone lines and stringy wires.
If she were to ever whisper, I'd always hear her beckoned call.
Often times it feels that I am on angel wings.
Each time that she calls.
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