I see apparitions of youth
Eyes of gold, queens of truth
Still mind and fascinate blend
Tottering genteely with friends
Moony nirvana lovelies
Bespoken goddess honeys
Paying tribute in playful beauty
Above the stings of loving
Damsels rapture in skying
In a humble heaven mansion
Worshipping glory garden
They are angels, becoming
Praising as they sit staring
© daniel miltz
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