A Dying Angel.

A dying angel bleeds to death on the corner of broad way while the rich man slept. The man dreams of a forest in which he is lost, the angel get sick, but has no money, so she gets nothing at all. Her mother have been murdered and father left to find his richest, but forgot the real treasure and that his is daughter who he is silently missing.

Years and years past by the man gets richer while the young girl die holding her parents picture. Life shed tears and there is still her sign saying one dollar sir, can you spare. "You walk by every day do you not see that i am here.

The man walk pass the same corner and did not even notice the little angel who bloom like a lotus. So cheap he could not spare a quarter. Now he would never get to see his daughter.


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