Angels of the Presence
09/25/11
As I walk along,
the wind gently whistle’s
in my ear.
As if angels wings are on
the move,
rushing off to do their
good work.
A warm gentle breeze it is.
It caresses you as your
mother did.
It moves the mind to places
remembered.
Ahhhhh
to be human is such a gift!
All
my love always, Keith
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