Angel
Give me a sample from your heart
I won't analyze it in laboratories
I won't pour it over mine
I won't keep it in the bottle of memory
I won't forget it
I will place it under my pillow
or perhaps near the line of my heart
in the arteries of my time, to drink seasons painlessly
to increase my strength, to believe in your love
to open my heart to love.
© Roula Pollard
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excerpt from the 'Angel Series'
Google artwork: Major Colors of love
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