I sat so all alone.
A bit like a rejected soul.
The day had gone a little wrong.
Somehow my day lost it's song.
Only my tears seemed to comfort me.
I sat pulled up in my chair.
I could hear the wind.
A singing a song.
The a different ruffle,
That caught my ear.
I sat so very still.
And held my breath.
The smell of violets in the air.
As light as the music that came.
This brought peace to me.
I felt as if no longer alone.
It was my angel who came.
To chase the winter gloom.
To the ravishing color I sing.
I'm not alone as I hum and sing.
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Take care my friend, Sandy 
