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Walking on the Summer wind she was blessed with eyes the gray
of Heaven,
Although the wide world was between us mountains, forests, skies
and seas,
There were only timeless breaths inside my soul inside the moment
that we spoke,
Her voice was as music that children often hear in dreams
Soothing songs of light filled laughter that ran into forever then back
Again,
Like a river bringing water to the deserts filled with withering pain
Brilliant feathers burning with healing nakedly revealing the beauty
She wore,
Is everything to remember so impossible to forget, my secret. . .
Once I met . . . an a n g e l . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-06-28 at 01:08
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Once I met
Once I met an angel in a forest of feathers kissing nightWalking on the Summer wind she was blessed with eyes the gray
of Heaven,
Although the wide world was between us mountains, forests, skies
and seas,
There were only timeless breaths inside my soul inside the moment
that we spoke,
Her voice was as music that children often hear in dreams
Soothing songs of light filled laughter that ran into forever then back
Again,
Like a river bringing water to the deserts filled with withering pain
Brilliant feathers burning with healing nakedly revealing the beauty
She wore,
Is everything to remember so impossible to forget, my secret. . .
Once I met . . . an a n g e l . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 574 times
Written on 2013-06-28 at 01:08
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