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Whispering Angel
The Tether that keeps me
grounded
has drifted away into the
great beyond
lights are a little less
bright
colors are a little less
vibrant
my Lifesaver has no
life
She is drifting in the
wind
whispering among the
angels
She has touched my
soul
and now it is
crying.
The Tether that keeps me
grounded
has drifted away into the
great beyond
lights are a little less
bright
colors are a little less
vibrant
my Lifesaver has no
life
She is drifting in the
wind
whispering among the
angels
She has touched my
soul
and now it is
crying.
This poem is dedicated to someone very special who no longer walks among us. She
will be missed and never forgotten. Her name was Shellie.
will be missed and never forgotten. Her name was Shellie.