I have never seen her face, only the quick snapping of her wings. Her long, flowing silver dress, dances as she sings. I see the blue eyed angel, every night in my dreams. I seem to somehow know her, familar she seems. What is she trying to tell me, as she flitters here and there. How do I know she is blue eyed? She reflects my own stare. She is full of strength and love, the angel shows my other side. This I keep from the world, the one which I hide.
Reason for writing:
I'm not really sure why I wrote this poem. I like angels and I have a beautiful silver dress. I have always found the concept of angels really beautiful. Please comment.
Birth sign: Leo
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