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When an angel

Flies down

From heaven

To bless the world

With knowledge

And beauty,

She hides her wings

But doesn’t lose

The aura

That glows around her,

Like a trophy

Under a spotlight—

A prize

That we often take

For granted

Until

She’s passed on

For the next

Winner

To admire.

Don’t be a stranger,

Edwina