As I dream through my midnight
hours, angels sing in my ear;
melodic symphonies play
in the air that surrounds me.
Love encircles me as I hope
for Truth to heal my bleeding,
mortal heart.
Author: WILDsound Festival
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Barbie, Poetry by Hlox Da Rebel
When Barbie is irrelevant,
Pick up your weapon,child;
You are not just a pretty face,
Even roses have thorns;
You are faced with a mask wearing world;
