THE HEAVENLY SONGS

An angel is inside her jail.
She is a really charming girl.
No one beside to see her charm
Except the viol on her arm.

She plays on it a lovely tune
That brings around a great fortune.
The birds of sky gather around
To change to heaven her pure ground.

She lives with angels around her
Who move the pious love in her.
They appear as white charming birds
That coo their lovely, sweetest words.

Between her tunes and their love songs,
Her jail to heaven then belongs.
The land around and highest space
Become her heaven and dream house.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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