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Angel

Hand in hand
on twisted paths of pain
we travel,
safe in the knowledge
that what drives us
can live
again.
Soul with soul
together through the grief
of time,
where sadness stalks
the tortuous route
paved by
belief.
Heart on heart
held in layers of love,
your tenderness
gives me the strength
to trust. My wings
peaceful as
a dove.