The Angel with a Rose
By Tamyara Brown
It was an Angel passing by my window holding a blue rose. Her shadow would appear and of course I feared the angel with a blue rose. She came on the nights I was weary. She appear and worry would escape. I cry and suddenly I feel fingers wipe across my eyes and she stand whispering words I could not hear. I ask her name and she would never reply. I won't lie I wonder why she chosen me of all the people in the world. Oneday on my pillow was a blue rose and these simple words,
"You are never alone."
©2014 Tamyara Brown-Tamluvstowrite
Author Tamyara Brown
My love for writing is unconditional. It is my sanity in this crazy world.