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Sunday, 8 September 2019

BELIEVE #PoetryByFionaCummings


BELIEVE

An angel comes to us

We may not notice, as they come without a fuss

Sometimes we feel a peace we have never felt before

A feather may fall to the floor

A shiver may pass us by

Our tears stop when we want to cry

 Fragrant roses could calm us down

A beautiful sunset in the cobalt sky

A gentle whisper

Words so wise

An amazing vision

Before our eyes

If we are struggling to make a decision

Suddenly the answer becomes our gift

We can be so low then feel a lift

 Whether you believe in angels is up to you

But from experiences, I certainly do

 

© Fiona Cummings

 

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