In the night,
She flew with her wings,
Wings,
Pink and purple....
In the morning,
She opened the windows,
Windows,
To see the rainbow......
The sun kissed her cheeks,
Cheeks,
With its beat,
To see her smile....
Her morning smile,
To lighten his memories,
Memories,
Of pain in blue.....
THE ANGEL
@AmiJ
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