Angel

Angel beating it’s wings
Silently
At the end of my bed

Places Kisses gently
Like confetti
Showering the newly wed

Nightmares disappear
Like quicksand
Pouring out of my head

As spirits dance slowly
Like daisy chains
Sinking into their flower beds

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