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One Winged Angels Meet The Light, Tiny Angels Sigh
There's a cure to the other side. There's a melody I sing when I feel lonely. There's a cure to this fine line. There's a song I fall back on. Sweet fairy in the dark breathe on me. Play the violin musical musician begin I draw their note and I dance to their melody. I step out and hold that bar. The song seems so holy. I release the mocking bird. I've seen that movie. I stand for good when I can. I fold the meadow in the land when I feel lonely. I ride the white horse black, brown and red. My unicorn wears a mask. I melt my journey when undefined. I melt this diary at times. One winged angels meet the light begging for forgiveness. Struggling toward the moonlit pathway charming snakes that block my fragile resolve. Weigh the tiny angels smoke measure moments that dissolved past... at last. These eyes did not find that line. Earned, learned choices are not always defined enough to accept reasonable resolutions. Fairies in art I color. Dragons awake sometimes stand up to demons yours and mine contemplate patterns inspect their secrets hope for revelations hope for the best. Claustrophobic tongues of fire Breathe past my breath demands its own answers. Holds a trial convicts its unicorn of sorrow. I hold on remember every word to those old songs. No Dragon no white horse no zebras without stripes no lions roar ...or do I hear them all? Article Directory: http://www.articledashboard.com ABOUT Kathy Ostman-Magnusen |
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