The Arms Of My Angel
I sit on the blanket of snow
Gazing up at a million trillion dreams.
I wonder as I lay here,
In the arms of my beautiful angel.
Constellations and stones
Dreams and myths
And explosions
Of beauty.
Nebulae.
Galaxies.
Supernovas.
My explosions
Of beauty never ending;
In the arms of my angel.
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