Exponentia Liber

Chapter 58 - Wings of a painted angel

Back pressed.

Hands flat.

Neck turned.

For to -

Ever be more,

All you do is soar.

Spread the wings,

They bloom in spring.

Your smile beams,

Pearly whites as whipped cream.

The wind beats lovingly,

Rippling though the grey seams.

Remember them,

The blue skies we dream.

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