Under The Hoodie
She put her hood on because the room was cold.
Looking down at the puzzle pieces scattered on the rug
then suddenly looking up at me-
she took my breath away
fawn skin, angel-kissed cheeks
coffee eyes crafted like a woman's
cannot hide the questioning sad flash happy effervescence
of the child she still is, once was, always will be
angels exist
they help us solve puzzles
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