New Year's Letter

By Danny Villarreal

 

 

     Dear angel,

 

     Sometimes I can still feel you brush my spirit. 

 

     Sometimes I can hear your silent calls

 

     On a hill we meet in my deepest sleep

 

     To watch the water falls

 

     Seeing through the eyes and filtering out the pain

 

     I wonder if you found your way

 

     Or just another game

     -D

 

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