I see feathers.
Pure white, lovey feathers.
Fallin' around me.
~
I see a young maiden.
A pretty, but pale, maiden.
Fallin' form the sky.
~
I see a halo, and wings.
Bright halo, and pure white wings.
halo on her head, wing attch to her back.
~
Did those feather came from her wings?
Is she dead?
or She she sleeping?
~
Is she an angel?
or a person with fake wings?
~
I hope she's okay.
I hope she's not hurt.
~
Then I saw.
White wings fall of her back.
Wings of a dieing angel.
 Glass Angel of Ice · Tue Sep 25, 2007 @ 04:18pm · 1 Comments |
