Angel Eyes

March 7, 2008
By Robert Lonebear, Alubuquerque, NM

When true love dies,
We often fall
While quietly listening
To the lack of laughter
You stair looking at the
Sunshine on the ground
It almost seems magical
As you look up into the clouds
And watch their angel eyes float away

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