heena sharma

Standing by,
All the way.
Here to help you through your day.
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Each angel has a voice its own,
Vocally distinct,
Even as it longs for home,
Lured to Being's brink.
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Eventually, memories settle down;
Later still, perhaps, go back to sleep.
Life cannot hold so much of life for long,
Yet now I hold it dancing in my hands.
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Every time I see you I remember
All the things you did for me when I
Was going through my adolescent hell.
Yet now I cannot speak unless I cry.
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