If you’re weren’t the one
then I’ll colour my world
from the dream within.
Some days I shudder at
how fragile we are
At times I’m the sun
other times
its shadow on the
ground.
The spirit in me
is timeless and free
and…
I really like my
kind of rain.
I’m not turning circles
anymore
But will still turn
ripples into waves
I don’t have unreal
expectations
but
If a Fallen Angel passes
through my room
maybe I’ll taste her kiss
and
If you’re the Angel on
my mind
then, I’ll see beauty in
the divine
as we breathe
whilst
sharing the silence.
~*~
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Beautiful and ethereal.