Isn't she beautiful?
She has the voice of an angel.
An angel that came up from the pink tinted clouds that arise just before dusk, and even when dusk falls she still stands there dancing, brighter then all the street lights, even brighter then the moon.
YOU ARE READING
my silly little poems and stories and shit
Poetrya collection of random words I put together that sound that I probably wrote in the middle of the night
