Angels tread the Earth

Angels tread the Earth short poem

The silent night the morning sparrow;
the sunshine sparkled in the air…

The kindness that I have to swallow;
your blue eyes looked at me to care…

The gentle sound of the winds blow;
the daisy chains you wore around your hair…

I’m so in love my heart over flows;
the rainbow colours tell me you’re always there…

And as I grow old this I’ll know;
that while I’m breathing angels tread the Earth…

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Peter Kiggin

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I am a poet through and through and anyone that tells you different you must deny it and slap them across the face very roughly indeed. I love the normal things in life and turning them into mysterious meaningful emotionally attached fascinating object or subjects.
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