The Angel's
the sun shines on the angels as the day comes light
the moon shines in the darkness as they await
of them all she has never been in the shadows
for witch the light shall only show her existence
she is the most magnificent of them all
the perfect gift from god, shall there be no match
they all come to her every beckoning call
even when she dose not intend them to they do
they please her every need not because they have to
because they want to, feel the need to
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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