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feel them around you. sitting with you when you cry, waiting with you for a bus, laughing with you when you're happy, laying beside you as you sleep. reach out and touch their cool being. smell their sweet smell. taste their way of life. listen to the soft lullaby they sing. see yourself through their eyes. to them you are beautiful. a graceful yet foreign creature in a world so unfamiliar. to them you are a vulnerable child in search of comfort and love. they are the angels so pure, so true. every human soul has one - one belonging to you. everyone has a guardian angel. © NimbinHippy, 1999 If people are to feel sorry for a death It should be because they did not Fully know the dead - That they did not take the time To listen and to understand, And did not look deep inside To realise their reason for living. They should not feel sorry That a life has ended, For there must be an end To begin again. © NimbinHippy, 1999 warm light pulls me closer like the beach, pulls ocean waves onto it's shore warm light invites me in like the open arms of a nurturing mother warm light blends into my world like sunshine into a summers day warm light from a flickering candle. warm light is you © NimbinHippy, 1999 drip. waited so long. drip. from this pain comes love. drip. draining away, slowly. drip. rippling water below. drip. my reflection? drip. an expressionless unfeeling face. drip. inside nothing but black space. drip. blood red tears spilling from my wrist. drip. i'm wasting away... © NimbinHippy, 1999 |