∙ ҩ * ζ * ∙ angel of the morning ∙ * ζ * ҩ ∙

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she fell asleep that night weeping

only nightmares kept her company

until at morning’s first light

an angel appeared

touched her cheek

and whispered

“you’re doing the right thing”

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“Angel of  the Morning”   The Pretenders

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artwork ~  “Head of  an Angel,  after Rembrandt”   Vincent van Gogh

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this is my submission to ~

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Theme Thursday 11 October 2012      at     Theme Thursday
prompt:   Angels

thank you,   Mrsupole!

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i am also participating in ~

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NaBloPoMoSoup

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· dark ·€· angel ·

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a black angel of the street

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the dark angel ~

starving

bends over my bed

breathes in my soul

leaves me empty

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fallen angel

i recognized him as a fallen angel

from the singed tips

of his still smoking wings,

a broken halo

lying on the ground

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the angel turned his head

and i could see the anguish in his eyes

no need for words to be spoken

nothing i could do to help

his banishment was final

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ah, my love, my fallen angel

i wish that i could heal

your wounded heart

what sin did you commit, i wonder

to be exiled from heaven?

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This is today’s One Shot post for One Stop Poetry.

be kind

be kind

you never know

when the stranger you help

is an angel

in disguise