by Jenny Vuong

Created on: November 07, 2009

There she was, her eyes gleaming

Was that tears of joy in her eyes?

Or was it the tears of agony?

Her wings made of fine beautiful feathers,

Her white cream colored dress made of silk.

I had disappeared in a blanket of happiness,

But yet i was in the sea.

The soft swaying of the waves and tides made it feel like this is my little world

There was my guardian angel watching me peacefully,

I had sunken to the ocean ground with tears of joy

And i can rest peacefully

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