There was a story I was told
Long ago when I was a child,
That angels here on earth,
Would grow their wings
When their time is right.
And I wasn't mistaken
Of thinking she was one of them.
An angel in disguise
Who is so dear to me,
A very valued gem.
But then oh heavens,
I wasn't ready yet
With her, growing her wings one night.
Beautiful white wings
In exchange for her precious breath.
She held my face,
Stared lovingly into my eyes.
I heard her whisper silently to me,
"Cry not, my dearest one.
I'll always look down on you from the starry night skies."
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Verses of a Versifier (A Compilation of Poems)
PoetryThis book is a collection of my poems. They either sprang from my hatred, or love, or a song, or from my admiration of the cosmos, or from my longing for Momma, or any other things. I'm no Shakespeare, or Browning, or Poe so bear with my verses. :)
