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Feb 26, 2011

Angels On Earth

She's that silent serendipity
That friend I never found
She's that coin of gold lost in the sand
Of the desert the mirages surround
That hope in the chasm of dark,
That pole star in the skies stark,
The subtle curve in the body of an arch,
The scent of grass in an evergreen park,
She's in my heart, if not in my sight,
Brilliance as blinding as white light,
Beauty as prominent as red is on white,
An aura as golden as the sun would be at night.

Clever fingers to beckon at your thoughts,
Words that let fall your hurdles
An air of power that softly sighs
While the strength of her decision curdles

She knows what to say when the others prefer the silence,
Some conditioner, and she untangles the labyrinth of your thoughts
It's not hard to see, to sense, to feel
That she is a work of art that a Renaissance artist carefully wroughts

Near or far, on ground or not,
She could make an angel fall
Because it's today, at 12, that I know what she means
To those around her, in a world this small,
It's with this midnight chiming that one would realize
The gift that stands amongst us, serenely beautiful and proudly tall


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