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Mar 2014
She longs to sleep
Feel the dim light of the moon
On her skin
She longs to see him
Her angel

And with her head
On the pillow
And her heart
On her tongue
She waits just
For him to come

Every long day
As evening comes
She's swept off her feet
At least till she realises
It's just a dream

Till one day
When she kisses him goodbye
She sees a feather of his wings
On her pillow at night

And as she looks at the sky
She can almost swear
That in the twinkling stars
She can see his face
Right there

And out ofΒ Β her window she goes
Feather in hand
She can't live without him
She smiles as she falls
*Forever his to stand
To have him is death
Written by
Wandering soul
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