innocent eyes
looking up for answers
hurt and need
trickles over the rim
wrapping arms
take in a trembling body
hand caressing
soft tresses of hair
gently rocking a face
nestled in the nape
whispering
soothing words of comfort
a fast beating heart
slowly connects
rhythms of two
become one pulse
crushing despair and confusion
now a tightly woven sphere
swathed in love and trust
becoming a beacon
for life
light casting away shadows
touching
innocent eyes
and warming a frost bitten heart
Such is the work of an angel.
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