Friday, September 18, 2015

A Gentle Angel

As white dazzling wings were outrageous to fly among
the cutest cloud of the sky high, the eyes were
moonshine, how bright it will be, the heartbeat sounded
as the river runs deep and purred and delight, her luxurious
and warmhearted lips as lemon and grapefruit flavored
taste, her hair as golden blonde, it shines even brighter then
a single leaf, her spirit was flowing gracefully, when she laid
down on the green cut grass as her bedchamber, until she
fell asleep so peacefully and calm, she can smell the delicious
and scrumptious wind from her outgoing and ongoing nose
completely and confirmed, her beauteous was even stronger
like a needle and thread, she walk on her bare naked feet on
the incredible path as herself

Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-18-15  

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