BY DIANE ROBERTSON |
Rise up, slowly, Angel. I cannot let you go. Just drift softly 'midst the faces, In sorrow now bent low. Ease the searing anger,
Rise up slowly, Angel.
Speak to me in breezes
Rise up slowly, Angel,
Wrap me in a downy cape
Then, wait for me at sunset,
Just spread your arms to take
me
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