James Taylor Poems

The lonely Angel cries to herself,
Her head is hung low and her body is still,
She calls out into to darkness and hears her voice echo,
But there is no one else in her empty world,
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A place that can’t be touched,
By any mortals hand,
A place where you can’t walk,
Run, swim or stand.
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The rough sea of glass pierced her harshly,
The sudden scream filled me immensely,
The crunch of metal sounded strongly,
The cry for help was lost within me.
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