Angels In the Mist
A nighttides talk amid this sea of Celestia's stars
Silver wings trimmed in gold horizons brushing dreams
Wherein only love shall glow her gleam; dropping times pebbles
Into reverberating waters images circling reflections voices these branches...
The lightning strikes a distant chord; their rippling mirrors her refrain and notes
As Autumn's colours swept into hands gathering love's petals; heart's, silent no more.
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