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Poetry pg 8
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Tonya Greenlee
Today, an angel I did see.
On a wind’s whisper, she appeared.
Next to a rainbow, her wings glisten in beauty.
Yet her eyes of blue, they sparkle more vividly.
A glowing haze now fills my heart and soul.
Guiding hands, she offers to share.
Return in kind, an angel’s only request.
Enchanting beauty blossoms from within her soul.
Encompassing the scars, my soul must heal.
Now on a wind’s whisper, her words I hear.
Left with glistening dreams, to live within.
Everlasting freedom waits for me.
Exquisite elegance, now shared with an angel.
© Steve Gillespie
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Vera Little
Very exquisite a rainbow glows today.
Enchanted with beauty, it sparkles with such intensity.
Red roses entwine with yellow roses, a unique vision seen.
A princess wakes with the sweet love songs of white doves.
Left upon rose petals, drops of dew still glisten.
Inside her heart and soul, a unicorn’s spirit lives.
The princess is guarded, and beauty rules from within.
Tomorrow’s dreams will forever flourish.
Enchanting rainbows, her soul will always embrace.
© Steve Gillespie
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Myriah Hussey
Midnight stars sparkle brightly,
shooting across the sky,
Yesterday’s sweet memories fill her thoughts,
Refreshing her soul, the rarest of beauty is captured.
In her dreams, a young princess enchanted,
Allows angelic hospitality freedom,
Highlighting with sparkles, her dreams turn to reality.
Happiness fills her heart as morning wakens,
Upon first light,
Singing their love songs, birds rejoice.
Sweet roses entwine, fresh dew still upon their petals,
Exquisite beauty seen only by angels as they return home,
Yet within her eyes, a sparkle from her soul enchants all beauty.
© Steve Gillespie
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Debbie Wilk
Distant winds chime across the land,
Evening stars shine within the moon’s shadow,
Before the new day, he will wake within midnight’s glow
Beauty from within her heart and soul will be flourishing,
In midnight’s enchantment, all angels gather in symphonic
harmony,
Enriching captured beauty, to be returned to her.
With morning’s first light she will wake,
In her garden, he will be standing with waking roses,
Little drops of dew sparkling as they part the delicate petals,
Kidnaps her attention, perhaps she will now see, it is her own beauty
seen.
© Steve Gillespie
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