She want to be ethereal,
She wants to be troubling,
So beautiful that everyone around her wonders if she's real.
And in my opinion, she already is.
She is an angel,
An angel with pretty curly hair
And beautiful dark skin, shining as bright as gold,
And crystal eyes that see right through you.
She is ethereal,
And so beautiful that I look at her in awe,
So beautiful that even the wind
Bows down before her.
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My loved ones; a journey.
Poesía“Perhaps one did not want to be loved, as much as to be understood” George Orwell.
