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Dying Angel by Rizera

A small dove flying alone
Is lost on his way, searching for home.
On his way he becomes trapped in a storm.
And he hears a cry that's tired and worn.
He flies around trying to find
The soft voice that calls to his mind.
He spies an angel lying in the trees,
One who has fallen on shattered wings.
He stares at her young and tired face,
And yet still she has an unknown grace.
With hazy eyes and a dying breath
She speaks to him and points to the west.
He begins to fly off, then he turns around
To give thanks to the angel, but she cannot be found.
The only thing the dove can spot
Is a single feather, lying where the angel is not.
The dove is now home from his quest
with his love at their nest.
He tells his love about his tale.
About the angel and escaping the gale.
Now all is quiet in his home.
He stares at the sky and to the unknown.
He stands at the end of a branch on the tree
Saying, "Thank you angel, for guiding me."

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