I looked at an angel today, but the angel could not see me. The angel was more amazing than beautiful, like the best forgotten dream.
Lily white’s petals are at my feet anticipating the moment in which adventure and odyssey meet.
I wish that I could fly into the sky and touch the clouds with my hands.
Joys circular fulfillment was so persistent, when I was weak it gave me strength.
Men take care of your responsibilities with maturity.
Impulsive passion please set me free.