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Close your deep colored eyes
Do you see her guarding you?
Does she have wings like they say?
You say you don't see any.
What do you see?
Her platnum hair
Flowing like liquid silver
Rippling like a waterfall
Swirling outward like mist creeps in all directions as she spins
Her light skin
Pale as the moon
Rosy as a pastel flower
Glowing in the snowlight of night
Do you see her eyes reflected in the dim light?
Her blue eyes
Clear as a river
Sapphire just as gemstones are
Sparkle like crystals as they shine bright
Her white dress
Splays out like a blooming white flower
Soft like the quitest snowy night
Fluttering gently in wind that does not exist
Can you see her dancing?
Fingers delicate as she moves
Her feet leap lightly from ground to ground
Dewy grass tickling her ankles
The skirt swirling with her movements
Her voice so melancholy
The sad soft song of Death
But to be scared is needless
The quietness and peace is to wait as your time comes
Do you see her wings now?
The soft rain begins to fall
But the flowers still bloom in the halflight of night
Glowing their bright colors against the dark
The dewy grass sparkles with diamonds falling on their tips
Still she dances and sings
An everymoving, endless movement
Her song is not only for your sadness but hers too
The rain falls and outlines the glorious wing-shapes the fan out to infinity
She's your guardian angel.
Do you see her guarding you?
Does she have wings like they say?
You say you don't see any.
What do you see?
Her platnum hair
Flowing like liquid silver
Rippling like a waterfall
Swirling outward like mist creeps in all directions as she spins
Her light skin
Pale as the moon
Rosy as a pastel flower
Glowing in the snowlight of night
Do you see her eyes reflected in the dim light?
Her blue eyes
Clear as a river
Sapphire just as gemstones are
Sparkle like crystals as they shine bright
Her white dress
Splays out like a blooming white flower
Soft like the quitest snowy night
Fluttering gently in wind that does not exist
Can you see her dancing?
Fingers delicate as she moves
Her feet leap lightly from ground to ground
Dewy grass tickling her ankles
The skirt swirling with her movements
Her voice so melancholy
The sad soft song of Death
But to be scared is needless
The quietness and peace is to wait as your time comes
Do you see her wings now?
The soft rain begins to fall
But the flowers still bloom in the halflight of night
Glowing their bright colors against the dark
The dewy grass sparkles with diamonds falling on their tips
Still she dances and sings
An everymoving, endless movement
Her song is not only for your sadness but hers too
The rain falls and outlines the glorious wing-shapes the fan out to infinity
She's your guardian angel.
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Wrote this while listening to The Fray and Owl City songs and OneRepublic .__.
No wonder it sparked me to do this.
I think everyone has someone watching them from somewhere, may it be heaven or an otherworldly place.
A place where the sky is endless darkness and stars, but the grass is always green and the flowers bloom and grow in endless amounts, the water is always fresh and clear.
And, in a clearing there, a girl with hair like starlight, wings like dew caught on a spider web, and eyes like the deepest river sings and dances in an everlasting moment of life, until Death comes for you and her dance ceases, as her job is done.
Until your time comes, enjoy life to the fullest and greatest as you can, knowing you are being watched by a gentle eye, the hurts you do not know going through her instead of you.
Do not try to ease her pains, for this is what she is for.
Be grateful.
~P.S. If you dare mention religion on this I might get pissed, because I don't go to church or really believe in anything. Surprised?~
No wonder it sparked me to do this.
I think everyone has someone watching them from somewhere, may it be heaven or an otherworldly place.
A place where the sky is endless darkness and stars, but the grass is always green and the flowers bloom and grow in endless amounts, the water is always fresh and clear.
And, in a clearing there, a girl with hair like starlight, wings like dew caught on a spider web, and eyes like the deepest river sings and dances in an everlasting moment of life, until Death comes for you and her dance ceases, as her job is done.
Until your time comes, enjoy life to the fullest and greatest as you can, knowing you are being watched by a gentle eye, the hurts you do not know going through her instead of you.
Do not try to ease her pains, for this is what she is for.
Be grateful.
~P.S. If you dare mention religion on this I might get pissed, because I don't go to church or really believe in anything. Surprised?~
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This is so awsome. And one who didnt know (even though you said so in you authors comments) wouldnt believe you arent religious. Donlt slap me tomorrow for this plz.
Awsome writing.
Awsome writing.