The Various Angel

Various Angel, with the light in your hair
As you spin on starpoint tiptoes in an astral ballet
No one can reach you in the night way out there
Fast within luminous meadows, silence no one may say

Earth is a distant breath of moisture rolling to it's destiny suppose
Every persons death, departure going, shall return where no one knows,

Fast within lumninous meadows, silence no one may say
No one can reach you in the night way out there
As you spin on starpoint tiptoes in an astral ballet
Various Angel with the light in your hair~



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-08-29 at 03:28

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