Someone like a little angel -
Far in my, vivid fancy
Rose fluttering, perched in soul
Slowly, gently into youth.
Like roses danced with mild song passing
Clang by spirit, stopped with disbelief
And faith that was lost for ultimate faith
‘Little too’- known in this universe
Rhythm danced with smile under woes-
And spring welcomes with her swift pace-
To be godly, for a while even though not
on this planet must be each granary
And claim night after day, chasing there flight;
Life -learnt, true to dark hours ever-
Someone like a little angel, far stranger.
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