Feather Quill

Angel

I said I have gone blind,
You said you'll be my eyes.
You showed me a new world,
Which would be dark else-wise.

I said I have gone deaf,
But you won't give up on me,
Tried again and again,
And gave me your symphony.

I turned a stone,
You nurtured me,
Made me a blossom,
Like a mother tree.

So I'm here to thank you,
I hope I thank you well.
And you, sweet berry,
Are my dear Angel.

Sharon Mathew

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