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She, Angel
She's fallen from the skies
underneath leaves of green,
Angels cry and will abide
loss & love goes unseen.
grey covers over the blue
down lashes color-less hues
Skin, teeth, flashing white
will be lost from light to night.
She won't be buried in a tomb,
but where flowers grow and bloom.
This is going to be a stormy midnight,
as her spirit lifts & out of sight.
Copyright ©
Ryan Geoffrey-Hayward
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