My Dark Angel
My mortal soul meets an Immortal Angel
My dark Angel, of a specie , so rare
Beautiful within, dark only in shell
Your pretty Owlish eyes erase my fears
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Your smiles soothe my spine, like fogs do on hills
Esteemed hills, cuddling cold and chilly clouds
Your thought kills and heals my heart with sweet pills
Your saint touch Confines my worries to shrouds
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On your wings, Angel, I steal Flight
Sights of your winking balls, float me asky
My dark Angel, with glows of torchless lights
And cherubic affluence that golds cant buy
Copyright © Ajani Ibrahim | Year Posted 2013
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