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The Angel
Her eyes would never see the rainbow and the light..
But by her, my soul was to be ignited and benight ...
Her tiny hands that day clasped unsteadily with my own..
Touching mystically my core in ways I have never known..
An orphan who embraced the world as if it belonged to her..
What vision dare not achieve, her touch unveiled and gifted life to her.
Teaching her sounds and syllables, ...
Sunday 31st March 2019 10:40 am
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