In The Arms Of An Angel - Poem by Michael McCarron
A gentle breeze flows through your soul,
warmth flutters at your heart...
Life seems to start making pictured scenes
amongst the nightmares I have had,
fade away... fade away...
to rush through my heart,
Might this life of mine get better?
Miracles are happening all around me now,
as the midnight hour slowly approaches...
Self-worth and ambitions
seem to grow stronger,
Let loose the light of happiness
that finally makes sense of my purpose
for being here...
Thank you my angel of light...
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