the angel stood observing
silently waiting to help anyone
whose despair was tearing
at their lonely soul.
A guardian angel
standing in the shadows of the sun.
14 June 2009
Author’s Note:
This poem was inspired by a painting by my very dear friend Melvina Germain.
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