Rated: E · Poetry · Inspirational · #2351302

We are the miracle, if we choose to be one.

Touched by the wings of an angel
Her prayer fluttered against my face
Quietly she passed by me
Only a whisper left a trace.

I recognized her smile
In many she visited like me
Hearts opened having known her
Becoming friends in common need.
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