The smallest of angels

The smallest of angels took her rest,

laying her head upon my chest.

She listened to my breathing,

out and then in,

and at my quickening heart beat,

she raised her chin.

She spoke then so quietly,

that I could hardly hear,

but the smile in her eyes

had lessened my fear.

Then closing her wings around me so tight,

the angels embrace had bid me goodnight.

The smallest of worries had left me once more,

the smallest of angels,

had flown out the door.

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