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Little angel.
Tears fall down soft, pure cheeks
small salty pearls flow down like rivers
from deep beautiful eyes.
A small child lies curled up in a ball
hiding in her bed from the pains of life.
Duvets and pillows fend off those
creatures of darkness
as tears keep falling and falling.
Pain of a loss breaks her frail form
and no more life does she feel she can take.
But to this small child
snuggled up in the corner of her bed
I try to comfort and hold with words.
Weep no more for loss and pain
weep no more for her.
For she has left this mortal world
left for a higher place.
She has no more fear, no more frail form
for she is happy
without disease, without pain.
she hurts no more.
Weep no more for her loss,
for she is at peace
and the world can harm her no more.
She is looking down and smiling
smiling at you
her pride.
For you are strong and able to bear what the world brings
you are able to live out your life,
and she is smiling,
smiling down,
down at her little angel.
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