k.

The sleepy angel soon awakes,
A mess of unkempt hair.
Her innocent stance she soon takes,
Of temperament wild but fair.

She starts to laugh, her eyes light up,
Her smile begins to grow,
The air is pierced with her wild laugh,
For all the world to know.

Then through the light she turns to you,
Her fierce blue eyes meet yours.
Within her eyes you see her true,
Her eyes like open doors.

She starts to move, not keeping still,
Her actions not deprived,
Of the charms and gentil of her will,
The angel has arrived.

[Written July 2009]
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