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An Angel In The Meadow
In the early morning,
the scents of nature flaring
my nostrils,
filling my lungs,
I saw an image...
Not quite sure what,
but I swore it was an
angel in the meadow.
She was poised upon the
mossy boulder,
upon the brook that whispered
and babbled her beauty.
She smiled.
I blinked.
She was gone.
The apparition vanished...
But she remained on
my mind,
in my heart,
and in the thousands
of dreams yet
to be dreamed.
