From incidental passage,
came the vision of a dream,
an angel of the wind.
She stood there in the twilight,
while I admired her,
she streached her arms out to me,
and I felt the bird of self fly from my soul!
I looked deeply in her eyes,
they were as fresh mahogany,
so soft and warm,
they were like magnets for me!
We fell asleep together,
and then she seemed to disappear;
by the time the sun came up!
Barry Van Allen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angel-of-the-wind/
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