Valley In the Clouds
My dearest, meet me next to
the bluest of blue, streams.
Wearing your sparkling, silver angel wings.
I do promise to fly to you, mon le beau!
We'll kneel on the freshest of
God's greenest grass,
And embrace on our knees as only angels do!
Right next to a flowering bush,
with divine fragrance and tiny
butterflies applauding our romance.
With their gauze like wings, in a
colorful, dazzling, butterfly dance.
In our Arcadia, a joyful, secret, sunrise romance.
August 7,2019
1am PST
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