My Angel
By CloudRaven
My Angel The angel fell, I mended her tattered wing. I whipped her tears and held her trembling hand. What sins did this angelic creature commit to deserve her descent to the cold ground. Her destiny untold in a book never to be written. I shed my own tears as the angel lay cold in my quivering arms. Death to innocence. Death to beauty. I left the angel and awoke from my horrific dream. With lessons learned, a tear in the corner of my eye and a single feather clutched in my shivering hand.1994, Written November 22nd, 2001 © on Nov 22 2001 04:29 AM PST 0 • 1
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