SWING OF AN ANGEL

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Her astrous face

Skewed the pace of hum-man race

 

Her long strands

Kissed the  ground

As she mumbled around

Making an euphonic sound

 

Birds orated the place

Where in

Winds played  its flute with pace

 

Her movement took a stake

As she bended to behave

Like a smooth Wave

 

Her flow mended in with the air

Supporting swing of heir

 

Her soul rested calmly

On the wooden pike

As she anchored herself

To admire the beautiful site

 

It was a dream or what

That i The Aquarious

Organised her in my Aquarelle

 

At last she drifted away

Like a hay

From the scene

That i tried to spray

 

She left behind

An empty wooden block

Who waited eagerly

For a new flock

To be ridden on….

 

 

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