Wendy

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    Wendy
    I see a Angel, light surrounding her
    Hair, blazing like the sun
    Skin as fair as the moon shines
    Eyes so blue,your soul touches heaven
    Smiles, laughes, bubble into the sound of your own just watching her
    I cry because the moment is innocent
    Something fleeting, vanishing, a memory
    The Angel looks at me, windows of thought, I drift to smile
    Hold me is all I hear
    Fallen, wing clipped, but not without hope
    I love you

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    Artie commented on Wendy

    06-28-2009

    This is one of my new favorites. I get the feeling of such a need for passion in this piece. The angel is such a powerful thing, and yet it needs our compassion for it's own strength. Possibly to even heal itself. 10 from me.
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    Jes

    06/29/2009

    This Angel is one I truly loved and still do, Her wings are broken, plucked, because of her flight patterens (haha) but her beauty so radiate that hearts melt to help her. Funny how poison Numbs reality..I will never stop hoping that one day she will heal and glow with the love the goodness that is buried in her heart hidden beneath her track marks,, Sounds crazy

    BDIsernhagen commented on Wendy

    06-04-2009

    this is a beautiful poem, tragic though: you spent the first bit building up this pedastal of beauty and grace... and then she falls from it... we all fall with her. beautiful.
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    Jes

    06/04/2009

    She was the most deariest person to me but I was hurt with lies and her continuous bad drug use that splintered me. She is a fallen Angel...just maybe..I have not lost hope

    AshRenee commented on Wendy

    06-04-2009

    I love this because of the contrast. Such beauty in the begging, and then at the end, you learn that the angel has embraced difficult times. I love this, and I hope your angel finds her way.
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    Jes

    06/04/2009

    Thanks I hope she does too

    SuSpence commented on Wendy

    06-04-2009

    I love this poem, great imagery (Hair, blazing like the sun) , terrific use of metaphors. It is short and sweet and everlasting. You should definately post more of your work!
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    Jes

    06/04/2009

    Got another posted I would like for u to read it Temptation of Fate

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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