Amanda Andrews Poet I do not know?

Spoken Angel

Sunrise overhead, wake up to the sweet smell of life, with a freshness of a 
choice to do something great. 
Grasp the fullness of your ability to move once again.
To walk with such knowledge, to be lucky to know yourself and to share what you 
know with others. 
Make a difference with a single word. 
Show experience with the strength that you hold. 
Words that I hear impact to a deeper meaning. 
That you hold a likeness to me that seems like the spoken words of an angel.
A person brought into a souls life to help with a level of hope, that to speak 
is enough to break through a thickness that has built up over the ages.
To consume the pain and make it vanish like a cloud on what should be a 
beautiful day, 
To hear the softness in your voice and to understand what you try to do.
For you to want to help me with what you can say is an amazing feat that
no soul has ever tempted. 
A journey that not many hold the strength for, that falter before the mission
is complete. Speak to me once again; share with me your mind.
For those words I thank you my spoken angel.

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