Category : Poems
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Angels come out of your words,
And butterflies out of my hands.
We write hundreds of messages per day,
And I still want to read your thoughts.
Whispers in thousands of colors,
Drunken smiles in sunflower seeds.
I still believe in stories,
I still believe that you are sent.
Sent to complete my day
With your breathtaking hug.
Sent to take care of me,
When it becomes too difficult for me,
To take care of myself.
Morning dew hidden by hair,
Sun waking up tired.
I still believe your words,
I still believe you can take me higher.