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She writeth mellifluous calligraphy When she speaketh in her mother tongue; She's ineffable, irresistible, Tis, she's mine chosen one.                                                 Her kaleidoscopic ambience pirouettes around mine being, heaven's own, the most beautiful soul; O' how I'm blessed with this queen. Supine I layeth, looking aloft mine glimpse, a brightness flashed, in Asian sash, turtle shell's around her hips. At that moment, I hadst an epiphany, I was finally living, to God I owed thanksgiving, for this archangel he hadst sent to me. ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication
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Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
Leagan faoi Supine , ar epiphany an Dhiaga ( Laying Supine, an epiphany of the divine) old irish tongue
She writeth mellifluous calligraphy When she speaketh in her mother tongue; She's ineffable, irresistible, Tis, she's mine chosen one.                                                 Her kaleidoscopic ambience pirouettes around mine being, heaven's own, the most beautiful soul; O' how I'm blessed with this queen. Supine I layeth, looking aloft mine glimpse, a brightness flashed, in Asian sash, turtle shell's around her hips. At that moment, I hadst an epiphany, I was finally living, to God I owed thanksgiving, for this archangel he hadst sent to me. ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication
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