JS Angel Wings: Quiet soul❤️
Flower field, heart bell, meadow rain
Wheat resounding at dusk kissing.
On a moonlit night, secret is
Smiling cloud in a ray of oak,
And soul silently opens its wings,
The word, word radiates like a spark..
Leda Angel © May 20, 2021
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