I saw your painting on velvet sky
Amazing touch and finesse...
I spy with my little eye
Up in the perfect sky...
I wrote this in English about a year ago, hope you...
The ghosts of angels...
Beautiful and life giving
Yet deadly and unpredictable...
Waxen White as fluffy clouds
the fly bursts through its egg...
Upon the beach sit a covering,
A covering of tiny grains...
Alone I shall walk among my prey,
and my wives shall do as I say...
Morning brings the pale blue sky
With it the fresh morning dew...
Mother nature sits there on her throne
As she prepares for her revenge on earth and life...
The pretty pink petals
Are glistening in the sun...
Where goes my soul? it left me so,
so many moons ago...
Wisp of chilling air on my lips
Sealed with an array of one peppermint kiss...