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Always By My Side

Always By My Side

 
She was a Hollywood star?
she lived in the west end
in the last house on St Michaels road
I know because I lived in a flat opposite
 
her beauty was undeniable
at least, to me  
 
a beauty with eyes like ten carat diamonds
every day making her debut
on the streets of London
 
somedays I used to observe the drivers on the road
rubber necking just to get a glimpse of her
after all, she did have a certain glow about her 
 
her eyes, although they sparkled
there was a sense of great pain inside them
painted tears on her cheeks
even though they weren’t really there
I could see them, even from afar
 
one day out of nowhere
we bumped into each other
her painted tears nowhere to be seen
just a magnificent smile
she hugged me
and just then I knew…
 
she was actually my Angel.

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Lorna

Hello Shirley 
I enjoyed this, sometimes things come to us unexpectantly and that angel was close by
really made me think
Hope all is well with you 
lorna x

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Shirley Harrison

Hello dear Lorna, sometimes we really need a bit of a hug from an Angel, I know I do. Thank you so much for coming by so lovely to see you. I hope you are well Darling.  🌹💐

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Marion

How stunningly beautiful, an uplifting  message here full of hope...really enjoyed reading this Shirley... x

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Shirley Harrison

Thank you dear Marion. I'm so very humbled that you enjoy my scribbles. 🌹

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