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Angels come to us in dreams,
In colours vivid and moods serene.
They may appear as a flash of light,
Or sparkles dancing ~ be it day or nite.
Coloured mists fall from Above,
As angels wrap us in their love.
They may appear as orbs of light,
Glowing in your photos bright,
And often when we gaze at sky,
An angel cloud goes flying by.
Lights that flicker, clocks that stop,
Objects moving, sounds that pop,
Feathers falling, lost things appear,
Are ways the Angels say they're here.
Open up your eyes and see,
All God's angels that there be.
Gossamer wings and halos glowing,
Appear to those who have the knowing.
Angelic Beings in grand profusion,
Surround us all ~ 'Tis no illusion.
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I even see gray angels
now and then, Linda...

thank you for this!