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Darling Angel

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LMW-The-Poet

Published: Jun 17, 2014

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My darling angel,
How did I lose you?

The last second I saw you
Was when the leaves were dancing,
Twirling on their branches
And circling their way through air
As they fell down between us

Yet, you were there
Looking at me with those eyes,
As your long, pale brown hair
Drowned behind you

Then the rain that poured,
Drenching the dirt into deep mud
Causing you to run off
How could you ever protect me,
If you weren't around to do so?

Off, you had ran,
I watched as the wisp of your
Beautiful, pearl white dress
Swung around the tip of the corner
As you escaped

Perhaps it was the storm that raged
As I went about, searching for you,
Yearning for protection from fear
That threatened to end it there -

My darling angel,
How did I lose you?
Oh, darling angel,
You lost me.

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