Monday, April 25, 2011

Angel

I sing the beautiful morning sky,
I soar int he air like the wind itself.
I sail the ship called Dreamer,
I polish the stars when the night sky comes.
I ride the unicorns across the clouds,
I dive into the sea of fantasies.
I follow the moon as my guide.
           Come with me, friend, join me . . .
My adventures are everlasting.

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