G Rhydian Morgan · Aug 24, 2011
The Angel On The Bus

There was a girl on the bus
with a face like an angel
pure white
brilliant white
and eyes that showed a century’s memory
Her hair
like her manner
was soft and natural
and her mouth cried out to be kissed
No body could, though,
kiss that mouth
They tried
but still she was left alone
looking like an angel and slightly dead.

 
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