She Roves Every Commune With Dexterity
Like a balloon, happiness soared high
Like a sword piercing through the blue sky
Deflowering the virgin power of gravity
She roves every commune with dexterity
I saw her parched on a tree
And the birds chirped and danced in glee
Heaven of alves, made reality
She roves every commune with dexterity
Upward she soared and soared again
Invading Lord's sanctuary without bargain
Angelic fingers plucked guitars in uniformity
She roves every commune with dexterity
21/07/2011
By:Joseph Osita
For Francine Roberts' "happiness is a balloon contest"
Copyright © Joseph Osita | Year Posted 2011
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