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Jan 2015
It started with a whistle
from the sweet whisper of your lips
Continued by the soft patting
of your fingertips

It heightened in the chorus
a chorus of the angels above
coming down gently
To bring you to me

It slowed in the middle
in a middle of a dreamless sleep
Slowly silencing... Fading
without us waking

It ended, with a smile
A smile behind those cries
It stopped
when the angels took you back
Diana Mae
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