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Story Of An Angel
'Life wasn't supposed to be a game'
Said the traveler to herself, leaving her empty abode.
'Why am i the one to blame? '
She kept walking the empty road.
A boy with beaming eyes in the radiating Sun
'There is a dead end ahead, Miss'
With a tear slowly falling of her cheek the traveler did turn,
The serene face made him lost in the heaven's abyss.
God was there observing the angel's play
'I know there is nowhere to go'
The life was all but over for the traveler on that day.
'I can help you find the way' came a swift reply with a bow.
His eyes ...