The Lacy Dress
she rises and floats
in a lacy dress of white
skirted by heavens own light
soaked in morning thought
the rainfall caresses " life "
in creative fanfare time
charcoal middling clouds
singing songs, await her not
she is happy as can be
lofting in God's house
as soft as angel whispers
her voice carries me away
7/14/2019
Used image # 1
for the fives and sevens contest
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2019
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