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Post by timbo889015 on May 4, 2012 16:17:44 GMT -5
I must have found a million pennies that day. They all must have been on heads, and I think you'd agree. That's the day I met my angel from above, you see? She has to be an angel, look at her smile. So she doesn't have wings, that doesn't mean she can't fly. If she doesn't believe, I'd wipe the tears from her eyes. One glance from her and my problems are erased. And even when she's not around my problems are small. Now don't you see, how easy it was for me to fall. I was like a small leaf, hanging on a branch. My colors were changing, for Autumn was drawing near. I knew from the beginning I would not remain here. What a fall it is with her image in mind. I am swept off my feet by the wind in her red hair, And I can still see her face, even when she's not there. Now that I found her, I don't want her to go. I know I'd fall, one look in her eyes and I can tell. How did I get along without my little angel?
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Post by larsenmcallirhoe on May 4, 2012 21:35:45 GMT -5
the story you tell here is so poetic and very beautifully construed. i enjoyed reading this. it has a beautiful similie in that is the bais for all love potry and that is she has feminine quality that draws her to you like a magnet. thye metaphor and the title tells us when you met. sounds like a girlfriend but could be a daughter also methinks. you are very meticulous in your details which i covet in reading poetry. thank you for sharing.
victor
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