Once upon a time, there is a one breathable place, some magical areas to put your ironical eyes onboard, mythical and fragile trees stand still, reconnect waterfront waves in the corresponded sound-like music underscore, one older fashion bridge nice and centered, whenever the American sunlight came, but the highest mountain overlook scenario take, walk through the barefoot in twos, hear some exhaled and empowered wind, one fine cottage historian household apartment home, is like a one painting frame picture, they’d kiss through the stars at night colored skies on earth, same thing about the day too, they have wings to fly high each by each, two achievable angels falling in love
Written by
Michael
James Brindley
3-2-25
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