Snow wings (275)

Snow all over my soul,

as angels fall,

their hearts beat

in the moon winds of hope.

Divine nature,

I want all those galactic monsters

to collide with my soul

Let them fall in,


Writing a poem a day for 1 year. This is lucky number 275. Thanks for reading.

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