Angel

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    Angel

     Angel

    Where I once soared
    Now I topple
    My shattered, blood tipped
    Disgraced wings
    Can hold me no longer

    Plummeting out of Hevan
    My tortured soul
    My freefall holds no smiles

    Catch me father...

    Catch me...

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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