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by Jaelly Longoria May 24, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
An angel sent from above, sent to me; it came with a white dove, just for me. The angels name is rose, such a beautiful name; it came with a white horse, that has a great aim. Roses horse was called moon-light, i wonder why; i asked the angel, and said that it could fly. The angles wings were so light, and so soft, that my fingers slipped through the feathers that were cotton soft. The angel was so bright, that the sun was like night, because the Angels bright, was like the sunrise. That angel was so nice, that one day i fell in love; Not knowing how to act, that i just presented a hug. I was so nervous, and shy he calmed me down and said good-bye. GOOD-BYE!?!?!?, I screamed to him he said yes. as he spoke, down my face a tear drop rolled. knowing he wasnt coming back, i grabbed his wing, tugged onto his arm and i felt a sign that said win I let go his wing, as I felt to the ground gasping for air, and gasping for love to be found. I ran across the field following the light that i grabbed, and went out of sight. now Im here, on a puffy floor that i can watch the light with the door.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ please rate my poem i would like to know how it seems now.