When Angels Fly

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    When Angels Fly


    In the Memory of Amber

     

    Sitting on the fence, waiting to share her love

    A young voice filling the air

    Her heart big as the world itself

    The innocence of a little girl

    The purity of an Angel

    God gave us a beautiful gift to be cherished

    Enriched with love from a little girls heart

    A pocket full of memories

    A basket full of dreams

    Heaven is full of those we love

    Another angel got her wings

    She will fly high to her Father in the sky

    Memories of Amber will always live on

    When you close your eyes what do you see

    I see a little girl sitting on the fence

    Waiting to share her love with me

    Thank you Amber; for I have been blessed by knowing you

     

     

     

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    Darkxaster commented on When Angels Fly

    06-24-2009

    wow really good i felt like crying i had to hold it back really good you get a 10 out of me

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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