Blue Angel Poems - Poems about Blue Angel

i am your blue angel paint the town of me classic black decorate me with sweet blessings only found in the serene nature of the divine the simplicity of it all does not have to be to abstract all you have to do is love me with the ease of a gentle breeze and consume me with reassurance this blue...

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Dimonds are not beauty. Beauty is people and things unknown. Things unknown that swirl around in a young child's mind and happiness amounts to a flower crown made for a small girl with the soul of a faire. Happiness that comes from the pure joy of looking in your mothers deep brown eyes and getting...

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"I heard an angel speak last night and he said 'write'" Elizabeth Barrett Browning T here was a cemetery across from the street where I lived when I was young. H ot summer days could find us there strolling down its winding shady pathways, E ven racing bikes or playing Hide ’n Seek among trees...

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baby blueangel left Earth in company of two angels. When he got to the gate he saw his mama. She turned to thank the angels for bringing him. Baby blue disappeared "Where is he?" his mama cried. they looked among the clouds. "Could he have fallen back to Earth?" the one angel said. one angel...

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Blue Angel You're crying? What's wrong? did anyone hurt you? what's that burn on your wings? What's that wound on your heart? Tell me, what melancholy are you carrying? Tell me, dear angel why are you blue? You came form heaven to guard me you carried me by your wings as we soar beneath the clouds you listened to my silent words and you comfort me...

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i been boy around i been messin around i seen the sound of love i give gov i seen the white i seen the night but not this fight shy a little extreme i miss my team something wing me i need to see the course and come back with force who does this? horse? to melissa chambliss,my love...

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There in summer the hot hot summer of lives, why good and evil or wick or mad or bad, why good weather or bad weather why does the moons go to quarters and full why is a posions why pine why do some trees grow in the snow and other done it spring why are the leave red...

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Down through canyons of light we rode we moved towards the mystic shrines that lined the path ...

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