Angel
My friend is dead.
They put her in the cold ground
by a lake.
They say she's gone with Jesus.
She always did have the eyes of an angel.
I still feel those eyes.
Those brown eyes.
Brown as the earth they put her in.
Deep as the lake that laps against her slumber.
No secrets.
Except those of mine she knew.
And she knew them all.
Baby girl, you knew them all.
Do you still?
poem by Meli Secret
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