My Angels Poem by Anna Andrews

As I try to catch my falling tear
my heart aches 'cos your not here
I sit here clinging to my last one
Hoping soon, that you will come
you are my life, you are my air
you are my angels, you are my flare
you are my world and the rain that fall
you are the breeze in natures call
So even though you are not here
As I try to catch my falling tear
I hold your pictures so close to me
Until we reunite, my Angels of three

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