angels. wrote 2 years ago.
Sometimes the brightest stars are hidden from mortal view,
no desire to sparkle and dazzle these are handpicked,
gods chosen few.
they walk among us treading paths of gold,
weaving tapestrys of kindness, making dreams unfold..
they sprinkle the bluebells with dewdrops of joy,
maybe a girl, maybe a boy,
these angels of love walk in humans shoes, it could be me, but i,m certain its you.
No comments:
Post a Comment