Angels Are Sent
An angel wanted to my friend;
telling me of falling feathers,
in those days when troubles nigh.
Today, I am thanking God on High,
for I realize who they’ve been.
Part of a past,
where I could never travel, but in dream
and words. For this moment is a new beginning.
And angels, please keep on singing,
your warmth to our hearts.
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