The Angel Poem by Gabrielle Smith

The Angel



I am asleep
Or at least I think I am
A sudden vision
An angel in white
And
And
And the ruler of the world
In gold
Shimmering gold
The suffering and evil
Gone.
The anger and hate
Gone.
But the love and acceptance
More than ever.
For I am loved by this strange angel in white
And king in gold.
More than I'll ever know

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