Dawn Angel
In flowing skirt and bodice tight,
this angel wears her hair in curls,
a whispered goodbye to the night
just as the dawning light unfurls.
The cemetery gate thrown wide,
she gives her blessing soft and low,
then disappears on mornings tide,
to where -- no one but God can know.
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