Zuzuangel, Jobim, and Rio

Zuzuangel, dances the dazzling streets of Rio. Her red hair, shines in the moonlight. Attracting only the finest to her. She wears studded gold sandals, those sexy feet, cannot stop dancin to the Jobim, Bossa Nova Beat. The outside cafes, the weather divine, This is Zuzu’s time to be out and about, plus to radiantly shine. Her inner-soul, you see, has a rain-bowed, inviting glow. Wherein the river of her inner poetry does both rise and flow. That inner peace, is her fortress, where she truly cannot be touched. And any fool, who intimidates her-will be at once, directly be rebuffed! It does no good to intimidate, crush or gang up on any poet’s soul. The fate for any who so so? When you harm any of God’s children, in a monsoon of your own arrogance you are eternally lost and tossed. Your vanity, will kill you so high and mighty you are. Forgetting each poet is part of God’s creative star! 11/18/2021 Pangie still in Trauma Center. Learning to walk and stand. Sorry, I am constantly around. Commenting time is at a minimimum..