Your Poetry Dot Com - Little Angel

Array ( [sid] => 108878 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Little Angel [time] => 2005-11-01 19:10:01 [hometext] => this poem is a tribute to the mis-nurtured children..that they may find happiness in what matters most. [bodytext] => Little girl, blonde as the sun,
Feeling freedom to dance and run.
Rosy red lips, long curly hair
And a touch of happiness here and there.
Dainty little princess floating across grass,
She feels so free, free at last.
From sadness and terrible heartache
Frightening nightmares, she is awake.
Deeply admiring the grass and trees.
Nature is calling her to see.
Devastating imagination in another world,
Soaring in the sky, a very daring girl.
Inspired by the words from the wind,
The whistling song the pine trees send.
No longer does she carry those burdens she wears,
Those deep dark secrets, which no one cared.
She cried all night praying to be loved,
To have a family and be taken care of.
She realized that it was a bit much to ask
Not having faith in God to do the task.
Little girl, selfless as could be,
Thinking shes not worthy, worthy to be free.
But one fine morning, the sun came out.
She got the love, now in God shed not doubt.
That was the miracle of a lost little girl,
Not knowing what to expect in her dark and scary world.
God saved her from all that hate and distress,
Shes greatly loved, in heaven she rests.
Little girl, blonde as the sun
Being free to dance and run
Rosy red lips, long curly hair
And a mountain of happiness everywhere. Rachel A. Mazour
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Little Angel
Date: Tuesday, 1st November 2005 @ 07:10:01 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Rachel_Anne08

Little girl, blonde as the sun,
Feeling freedom to dance and run.
Rosy red lips, long curly hair
And a touch of happiness here and there.
Dainty little princess floating across grass,
She feels so free, free at last.
From sadness and terrible heartache
Frightening nightmares, she is awake.
Deeply admiring the grass and trees.
Nature is calling her to see.
Devastating imagination in another world,
Soaring in the sky, a very daring girl.
Inspired by the words from the wind,
The whistling song the pine trees send.
No longer does she carry those burdens she wears,
Those deep dark secrets, which no one cared.
She cried all night praying to be loved,
To have a family and be taken care of.
She realized that it was a bit much to ask
Not having faith in God to do the task.
Little girl, selfless as could be,
Thinking shes not worthy, worthy to be free.
But one fine morning, the sun came out.
She got the love, now in God shed not doubt.
That was the miracle of a lost little girl,
Not knowing what to expect in her dark and scary world.
God saved her from all that hate and distress,
Shes greatly loved, in heaven she rests.
Little girl, blonde as the sun
Being free to dance and run
Rosy red lips, long curly hair
And a mountain of happiness everywhere. Rachel A. Mazour

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