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She lays herself down, upon her bed
Nestles snugly, on gossamer strings
Visions, restless, swirling in her head
As voices, of a choir, so sweetly sing

The form of an angel, tis what she sees
With ethereal light, dancing, around her
She ponders, what the meaning could be
Letting the feeling, totally, surround her

She knows now, she will never be the same
Her destiny holds more important things
For in her dreams, a heavenly being came
And she awoke, dressed only, in golden wings


December Writing Prompt – Heavenly creatures featured boldly in her dreams – Day 22/31

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