Angel Poem by Chimdike Eze
Angel
Like a trance
I see an image shaped like a cone
A cone which is unknown
In an utmost gaze
Like a bride
I see the pride
The image seems blur
Just with a blaze
With shiny eyes
Eyes of gold
With the shoes made of gold
Which makes me cold
With an awesome glow
The beauty just like a blow
A pleasant sight to behold
Behold she is a she
The she is a her
The her is an Angel.
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