DIVINE BALL
Suits would be immaculate white
And the dresses, ephemeral virginal.
We would become purified angels,
Who would be wings of dreams of peace
Over the mantle of vibes of pure love.
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2025
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