by willowdot21

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Golden light fractals, through the leaves. Dark brown of strong Oak. In and out the trees breathe.

Motes of  dust dancing in and out, squirrels collecting nuts in a hurry here  about!

As she lays there among the leaves no one has missed her yet so far no one grieves.

She is tiny, she is small, oh! dear God she has hardly lived at all.

Like an angel lying there with tiny insects running through her hair dearly loved teddy lying by her side she dropped him only when she died.

Shafts of dying daylight frame her face, of the the last face she saw there is no trace. Silent leaves begin to fall slowly slowly they cover all……………


4 Comments to “ANGEL CHILD”

  1. Very chilling poem Bee.
    Nice to see you back.

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