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Broken Angel

I walk alone in the moonlight.
I hear the cries of a small child.
I followed the sound.
And there i saw him.
Dying on the ground.
A sweet little angel.
Stripped of his wings.
In a pool of crimson blood.
I ran to hold him in my arms.
He looked so fimilar.
Yet i did not know him.
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Your childlike simplicity is reflected in the poem. Romantic but so sweetly divine
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Louis Rams 23 April 2010
this is a very heavy poem for a fifteen year old. i am happy to say though that your words will touch the hearts of many who read your poetry. as for that litle angel, (that's the one that was sent to you to write this beautiful poem, so don't ever despair or give up hope of better things to come)
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