Guardian Angels Poem by Kate Buxbaum Prado

Guardian Angels

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Soft fluttering of wings,
their transparent figures standing
on the edge of endless time called eternity,
sleep neither day or night as heavenly guards,
watching daily over you and me.

Thursday, April 5, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: sleep,standing,wings
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