O my angel...

 


O my angel free
from all cares...
when you I see
swinging tied to the oldest of trees...
going up once
going down the next chance
a picture of heavenly satiety...
wish you could take me aboard...
wish me with you could soar...
o my angel of fire...
there as you swing through the cool air...
your black tresses afloat...
music from your lucid throat...
I just wish to die...
With you vapoury wish to fly...

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