AngelsA Poem by Celtore
The angels carry their child.
Even when she is sleeping she is wild. Flowers call her name. Her spirit always stays the same. Nature’s true beauty lies in those with purest hearts. Flying with the angels is your wondrous start. © 2010 Celtore |
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CeltoreUnion, MOAboutI'm a writer, like it or not. It’s what I do in my spare time. I love it. It sends me into my own little world where I can be free of all the problems in my life. It’s my escape, my haven... more..Writing
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