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Tuesday, December 21, 2004


   I guess I will put this one up again…since most of you haven’t read it yet…
FALLEN ANGEL

As I fly through my hopeless dreams.
I see an angel with only one wing.
She cries and walks away.
I look and wonder.
The gray clouds all look the same.
And the sun is not there.
All color is gone.
Could it be because of the fallen angel?
Who as lost her precious wing?
She can no longer fly.
Her voice is distant.
No longer can she shape the clouds with her laughter.
She feels alone.
The trees cry for her.
And the wind weeps.
Her angelic aura disappears.
She is alone in the world.
But I am still here and…
I see her weeping under
What was a cherry blossom tree.
But the now gray flowers fly
In the depressed wind like ashes
Her long dress sparkled with tears
We walk towards each other
Her one wing flutters
And she holds out her hand
I grasp it with caution
And I wake up from my most precious
Dream.

By: Brooke (chii)
* I wrote this on in French class*

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