Gathering of Angels

by Maple Tree   Nov 14, 2017

I go to a place where
dreams criss cross
within buckets of poetry.

Soothing pen names
gather alongside tear drops,
and this is where the angels nest.

They speak in whispers,
precious notations,
they collect my pain in punctuation.

These angels sing daily
upon dark nightmares
and lonely sunsets;

they dry my sorrowful tears.

They comfort my baby
when she thinks she's alone,
just by the beautiful words they write.

These angels, they guide me
and will be with me always -

and they thought they were just poets....

*For the P and Q Family*


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  • 6 months ago

    by Kireasha L

    Beautiful piece, a well deserved win. Congrats!!!!!!!!

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    by Emily Wacker

    Congrats! Well deserved win!

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    Congrats on your win

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    by Michael

    Lovely to see this on front page Andrea
    Much love
    Michael :)x

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    by mossgirl19

    Congrats on the win, Ms. Andi.

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