AT NIGHT AN ANGEL TOLD ME TO SMILE BY MY BED. HER BRIGHT HALO WASNT GOLD SEE BUT PURPLE INSTEAD.... HER WINGS WERE QUITE TATTERED EACH FEATHER WAS TORN. ALL THE THINGS THAT MGHT MATTERED WAS WEATHERED AND WORN... HER BEAUTY STILL GLOWING WELL KNOWING MY NAME. COULD TELL SHE SEEN HELL BUT FROM HEAVEN SHE CAME.. TO STAND BY MY SIDE AND TO WIPE MY SOUL CLEAN. THE MAN THAT HAD DIED WASNT THE MAN THAT SHE SEEN.. THE WIND FROM HER WINGS THEY GAVE ME NEW BREATH. THEY MEANT TO WAS SENT JUST TO SAVE ME FROM DEATH... SO HERE I AM GIFTED BY MY ANGELS TOUCH. MY SPIRITS WERE LIFTED MY ANGEL MEANS MUCH... NOW WHEN IM LONELY I LOOK TO HER EYES. THEY HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN ME THEY TOOK ME SO HIGH......
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Author:
Terry dailey (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: As my poetry goes this is a TRUE story.
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