Land
of
the
Angels
Mountains
that
soar
Clouds
filled
with
movement
Each
one
we
explore
Gathering
moon
dust
That
falls
from
the
sky
Our
palms
filled
with
beauty
With
diamonds
on
high
Wings
gather
'round
us
To
show
us
the
way
There
in
the
heavens
Our
souls
find
new
day
Touch
of
an
Angel
On
wings
of
great
peace
Softness
abounding
With
comfort's
release
Home
of
enchantment
That
gives
perfect
bliss
Roads
we
now
travel
Where
no
one
is
missed.
~ Francine
Pucillo
~
Copyright
April
25,
2004
©used
with
permission
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more
of
her
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