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Dust
A thin layer of dust
On my picture frame
Covers a little angle
With beautiful curly hair
Hers eyes blue but look gray
Bright pink lips look pale
Her white dress has faded
The wings and halo I see are almost gone
A thin layer of dust
On my picture frame
Will someday become
To thick to see that little angle
She will no longer look like a little girl
She will be a beautiful woman
And yet she will never know the truth of her past.
A thin layer of dust
On my picture frame
Covers a little angle
Her way home can be no longer found
And she will only be memories to me.
By: Golden Dawn
11-4-02
To my niece Matilda Rose Henderson. Baby girl I love you and miss you everyday. Please wipe away the dust and find your way home.
