The Shore Of Hope
Abandoned on the shore
A piece of driftwood
Odd in shape and branching in peculiar ways
I took it home and began my work
Chiseling away for weeks
Over time sanding the rough
Smoothening imperfections
Time flying as it slowly took shape
I watched as it grew wings
Ruffled feathers slowly preened
Varnished finish gave you a halo's glow
Though not a piece of me
A drifter carved and fostered
Becoming my angel
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