Innocent eyes

on

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

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  1. Such is the work of an angel.

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