Visited by an angel

Visited by an angel.

 

She came,

at a time

when everything

seemed the same,

turning my eyes,

sea-blue;

with a little green,

in the day’s damp,

colorless, gray-scene.

I felt that chill in the air

begin to thaw.

It was then and there,

that when, upon you,

I looked

and saw;

a flash and dash

of angelic color.

I was hooked,

in the essence,

of my high ideals,

flittering all about,

just flaunting

that joyous route

she reveals,

giving rise to rumination

in the depths of

my own divine, wonderful,

human imagination.

Visited by an angel.

She came,

at a time

when everything

seemed the same,

turning my eyes,

sea-blue;

with a little green,

in the day’s damp,

colorless, gray-scene.

I felt that chill in the air

begin to thaw.

It was then and there,

that when, upon you,

I looked

and saw;

a flash and dash

of angelic color.

I was hooked,

in the essence,

of my high ideals,

flittering all about,

just flaunting

that joyous route

she reveals,

giving rise to rumination

in the depths of

my own divine, wonderful,

human imagination.

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