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WHITE ANGEL
White whispy wings above my head
Are you from God?
You must be from Heaven
Suspending over me
Such as a baby confined to their crib
I know not the reason
Nor will I ever understand
Swirling wings swimming there
A silhouette of pale white shimmer
Will not reveal her face
Frozen are my hands and limbs
My eyes can still dance side to side in their warm sockets
But why are you here for me?
I stare into the cloud of mystery
Fascinated
This is a one-time thing
The silence as I lie so still
It is after a storm is
Calm waters quiet my internal storm
Staring...just staring...
This white fog
As I envy
I feel at peace with it
Are you from God?
You must be from Heaven
Suspending over me
Such as a baby confined to their crib
I know not the reason
Nor will I ever understand
Swirling wings swimming there
A silhouette of pale white shimmer
Will not reveal her face
Frozen are my hands and limbs
My eyes can still dance side to side in their warm sockets
But why are you here for me?
I stare into the cloud of mystery
Fascinated
This is a one-time thing
The silence as I lie so still
It is after a storm is
Calm waters quiet my internal storm
Staring...just staring...
This white fog
As I envy
I feel at peace with it
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