Little Angels

Lonely child amid the crowds.
Blazing anger, screamed out loud.
Painful tones of great vibration
ringing in the little angel's ears.

Where once was love,
there just remains a great,
unfocused feeling of their fear.
Invisibly, she drifts away again.

Back to the realms where angels
sing of love and take to wing.
Hints of glory, pastel tints;
a silky softness gathering.

She sinks into imagination's dream;
wishing only for this love to keep on
keeping on. Healing and so sublime,
she takes the angel's hand and climbs.

Heaven-bent, she breathes
the scent of love...

? Michaelette ?

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