The Angel

May 16, 2009
By Anonymous

Through weary eyes I search for you, now dawn is hardly broken.
Through whispering winds I hear your voice, yet not one word is spoken.
As I lie, unable to sleep, praying for forgiveness,
I hear a voice, an angels cry, and search now for a witness.
That voice is so familiar now, though I can hardly place it...
I hear angels voice, and now, my voice becomes complacent.
"Come out!" I lulled, as I attempt to lure the angel closer,
Only now to realise...
It was my loving mother.


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