In this intriguing angel dance,
Sight of nature moves and flows,
Sign of ritual calling for rain.
Steps making a shiny gallows,
Against her shady shadows,
Dancing as angel shall lose it.
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 1:13 AM UTC
Her eyes were windows to her soul,
Aching sight of lovelinesses
Could see.
Realties were her black eyes,
Shaped only to look fascinating
And cold.
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 4:02 PM UTC