JS Angel Wings: Farewell ❤️
The Moonbeam is quiet in the morning sky;
As he got lost, a wandering soul sighs
Like a rose scent, it flows slowly in ether
Pale passion for colors in the garden
The happiness of our love is the will of fate
We have to say goodbye, the path branches off.❤️
Leda Angel © 1st of June, 2021
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