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| Do we each have our own guardian angel? |
I have fallen asleep in the pasture again
The flowers entrance me
I cannot escape my own curiosity
My mind whirls but my body betrays me, succumbing to rest
I have fallen asleep in the pasture again
Night has fallen and the sky is bloated gray with clouds
I have no defense against the storm
Nor any who wish me ill-will
I have fallen asleep in the pasture again
But I wake up in my bed at home
The memory of billowing blue robes, a woman's arms around me, gleaming seraphic wings
There is a vase of those beguiling flowers placed at my bedside
Ahhh, pretty!!!! Now be honest did you write that or did some one else? Be honest!
ReplyDeleteAll me, I swear. Cross my heart and hope to die. . . . Unless you're some creepy, murderous stalker who hacked this account, in which case I wish to live a long and happy life with my heart intact. But that is purely mine. I'll have to get a copyright license to prove it. - Scribbler
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