Strange Hugs

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 08, 2017

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Submitted: October 08, 2017



Warm in my arms, was not a child.

But an ageless angel, with a stranger’s face.


Small in stature and not much to give.

We don’t know her name. We don’t know her pain.

Unfrazzled by her past, was all but forgotten.

She rides the winds with arms outstretched.

She’s rude. She doesn’t knock.

She comes like chocolate shock to the nerves.

Brute force and there goes - Sadly, unconscious.

Oh, how rude she could be.  

Yet, In her embrace. A flight of birds take to the sky.

Their feathers catch your spirit, in the archway.

There, they drop a parcel of forgotten spirits.

At the gates of the clouds.

The power of a hug is such. It needs a charge at dawn.  

And another charge. For it dissipates at dusk.

And another. After lunch. And another.

For it wouldn’t hurt, to have another before bed.

How else to welcome a night of warmth?


Daily, I search for my angel to be.

So, an angel I shall be.  




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