
My Guardian Angel
The sparkle of the stars
the light of the early morning
The way of life for some,
Unthinkable to most.
The thought that one
would need protection from the world,
from its numerous ills
and its pains.
Those that watch over us,
their job never done..
Do I have one?
The sparkle of the stars
the light of the early morning
The way of life for some,
Unthinkable to most.
The thought that one
would need protection from the world,
from its numerous ills
and its pains.
Those that watch over us,
their job never done..
Do I have one?
Category Poetry / Abstract
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