By the beach...

Angel WhiteLooking far above into the bright blue sky Dotted by fluffy soft clouds My heart wonders what lies behind themAngel White
My gaze returns to the world below The road I stand upon clustered with stones and pebbles Again my heart wonders; Where will I be led?
I will walk upon this solid ground, following where the road takes me
Look there, a bird spreding its wings taking flight to the sky Look there, a storm stirring awake in the far horizon And look there as well, Can you see the angel, white as falling snow from above?
There hovered the angel, up in the
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Diplomacy is the art of saying nice doggy until you can find a rock.
*nighthawk101 | Gallery | DA Prints
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Diplomacy is the art of saying nice doggy until you can find a rock.
*nighthawk101 | Gallery | DA Prints
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