Wednesday, 26 September 2007

blue angel


Silver slippers in hand,
Her feet bare,
Hair tangled,
And her heart in her head.

She smiles, tears overflow,
Dreamy skies swirl in the air,
Dark stars twinkle,
Her blue dress dancing with the wind.

Her weary eyes made to mesmerize,
Her soft, pink lips to kiss,
Her graceful body to enslave,
Her delicate skin, pale white.

"Blue angel," they call her,
Her tears saved the sea,
Her love saved the world,
And her purity inspires.

((Following is by kold koffee. click on her blog while you are here "Cropped and Frozen".
Thank you darling for completing it.. i love it....)) :*

'blue angel' they call her
she lies on the slippery white sand
staring at the bright night sky
wishing on the stars above.

she is a happy soul when
her grey cells flex and stretch
she is happier when her thoughts translate on paper
and happiest when they are, as is.

u are a breath of fresh air!
- Kold Koffee

1 comment:

Kold Koffee said...

'blue angel' they call her
she lies on the slippery white sand
staring at the bright night sky
wishing on the stars above.

she is a happy soul when
her grey cells flex and stretch
she is happier when her thoughts translate on paper
and happiest when they are, as is.

u are a breath of fresh air!