She once told me
I was a lonely street angle
Lying in a bed of sand
She called me her angle
And I was on a cloud with honor
That she would pick me up from the ground and call me a divine
Beautiful creature like a pure lovely street angle
Rough around the edge
I was lying in a bed of sand
Sleeping, she watches as I slept
... And I thought- no, she is my sweet angle
Lying in a white puff of cloud
Peering down at all the passerby-
Humans as they say their silent prayers
Only we can hear
Dark sun rays shading them from hot sun
Cool warm breezes ticketing your hair
Leaves picked up and dancing
As we prance from cloud to cloud
Lonely and free
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