An angel floated overhead,
With such soft gentle eyes,
I lay entranced upon my bed,
'Is this like when one dies? ',
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A very beautiful poem as always, very touching climax. Love, Andrew x
The scribes hand has not faultered.This is a poem of pure bliss.Love to you Ernestine! Love From Duncan
Your style, Ernestine, can conjure up any atmosphere even that of a hovering Angel. What a gift!
A very nice piece of writing. This is beautiful. Anyway, would you mind to read my poems? I have turn of screws, My Angel and the like. Kind regards