Her perfume lingers, but is she real,
the thoughts of pleasure is all I feel.
The wind start blowing, then she
appear. She's dark, tall, and slender
with jet black hair.
She sings to me, then walks away. She
says, I'm your thoughts, I'll never stay!
I run to grab her, but nothing there!
She seems to vanish in thin air.
I'm I awake, or asleep? Who is this
lady, I do seek? She comes at day,
and then at night. She says, I'm
your angel and you'll be alright!
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Author:
The BlackShakespeare (
Offline) - Published: October 4th, 2021 09:04
- Category: Love
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Comments2
I believe in angels ... they say when an Angel is near you can smell flowery scent .. which I have experienced before .
A lovely read )
Thanks...angels are real.
They are ) I’m sure they listen and comfort me
wonderful, really like the flow
thanks for sharing
No problem...keep reading new ones each day.
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