Joy
An early morning’s dew drops
Are joyful tears of a new day.
Upon the wings of a butterfly
Two loving souls were swept away.
The unknown shadows of the night
Returned with one last fright.
Two loving souls afraid of death
Cried out for one last breath.
Searching for a heavenly unknown
They finally reached their home
Upon the wings of an angel
Their eternity, never to be alone.
Deborah Ann Tornillo
Copyright, 2012
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