Late one fine night
Came an angel with black wings
She couldn't fly with grace
But she weaved the word's rings

Singing us to sleep
She made a bubble of dreams
Taking us on a ride
She showed us wonderful scenes

Scenes of the past
Some scenes of the future
Through her rhythmic lines
She made us the thoughtful creature

But now the dream has ended
She's decided to pop the bubble
Now what would the angel do
Would she create some more trouble?

Trouble in our mind
Trouble in our thought
Without her regular words
Our heart may start to rot

So please oh dear angel
Please sing us back to sleep
Let's make that bubble again
And watch the wonderful dreams

Please oh dear angel
Start rhyming soon...

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This is poem is dedicated to bbwithblackwings

She decided to end her poetry book "Bubble Dreams" today.

So, let's motivate her to start rhyming again soon.