Little Angels

Little Angels

Answered my prayers

Landed on my fingertips

Swept their wings across my face

Wiped away each tear that fell

Kissed each cheek, and bade farewell

Drew back my curtains on their way out

So I could see the stars

Shining in my window

They promised to return, to come if I needed their golden comforts...

...and you did.

The End

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