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Boxed Angel
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Created on 3-25-07
Twirling twirling does the angel go,
Beauty Dancing at the musics flow.
As the music plays "ring a' rang tang ting."
Circling round with gold silvery hair,
Trapped forever dancing on light pink air.
wings fluttering at the slightest warm touch,
the bow has her trapped in it's cruel cluth.
blue eyes watch form her unhappy soul,
time will know when her heart is made coal.
Please Login to post comments| On March 25th 2007 onaipwolf Said : | |
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Your writing is very good. I was wondering, the line that starts, "As the music plays" didn't have a rhyming line to go with it. Any particular reason for that? |
