I saw you ,
You looked at me .
It\'s not a mirage
but a cosmic peek
in the form of a last reverence .
You\'re the angel
who stand straight .
Well-bred and educated .
You haunt the hospital corridors
in white coats and silk scarf ,
a rose at heart level .
Only the pretender ,
contemplating your beauty !
You speak softly
and compassionately .
A voice to acompany departure.
A breath ,a caress ,
a scent and a promise .
You suggest and don\'t take ,
inviting to forget
and forgive ...
Placing on the bedside table
the big book for tired souls
who will be take over the trip ...
To the traveler\'s ear ,playing the lyre
or some good old fashioned guitar chords...
\'\' A dance step madame to leave with elegance ? \'\'
You\'re the angel who walks quietly
like a cloud passing through the waiting room.
The one who takes your hand to the exit .
Telling you :
\'\' My dear it was an honour ! \'\'
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( Written in collaboration with the angel)