Maybe An Angel
The sun, like liquid gold fell
upon her shoulders.
Her hair,a shade of wet crimson,
spilled down her back.
Her eyes, like fire lit amber,
gazing out at the world.
Right then,
you could've sworn,
she was heaven in high heels.
Copyright © Priscilla Settanni | Year Posted 2019
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