and she lefted up her sweet voice to the sky
like angel wings unvailing the sonnets most officious high.
people turned there head to hear as if god had spoken,
to take into there hearts loves sweet token.
a soft sigh came from the crowd
... as the lovely angel silently came down.
the crowd looked around with horrer filed eyes
as she begain acending to the sky.
there hearts cross with and aching... sadness
for they knew she would never sing for them,
to ease the edge of there unemotional madness.
to know they may never feel again,
to never hear there sweet angels voice
carried on the winds.
~ Seyonah Deserea Perryman
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