Do Angels talk to Children?
Are hearts pure when years are few?
How do ancient thoughts express anew?
Once upon a time,in childhood days
My angel came to view me play like dancing
singing watching TV who would a known she'd
be looking at me.
She only knew to stop and stare,
above my sight, a light was there.
A sudden flight,-joy in my eye
Tata she says now its goodbye.
Will never forget as sweet as honey!
This angel of mine who fed me
cookies.
Mythical_Poet- draft 1
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