A piece inspired by a place of bliss
where the river runs green as the trees,
Jael sitting next to me
sipping on Spumanti,
Solitary train goes by
hear nothing but the breeze,
I'll make a wish to freeze this moment
make it last for eternity.
She is an angel
but she's got no wings,
It means she is stuck on earth
and it makes me want to sing,
Sweetest soul and the softest skin
I get this feeling from deep within
I love her.
Poetry by Chris Mitchell
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Written on 2007-02-08 at 12:02
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Take me back to that placewhere the river runs green as the trees,
Jael sitting next to me
sipping on Spumanti,
Solitary train goes by
hear nothing but the breeze,
I'll make a wish to freeze this moment
make it last for eternity.
She is an angel
but she's got no wings,
It means she is stuck on earth
and it makes me want to sing,
Sweetest soul and the softest skin
I get this feeling from deep within
I love her.
Poetry by Chris Mitchell
Read 575 times
Written on 2007-02-08 at 12:02
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