In the midst of dreaming
an angel peered through a crack in the cloud
Her whisper was the breeze
"I have a gift for you" she said
And the gift?
A friend called love,
a wise friend,
like she's lived one thousand times before
Her hug injects souls
with hope so real, it flys
And silver tears touch my cheeks,
my knees fall to the sand
and I look up
I have so much thanks
as she smiles and holds my hand
jojobee
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