Celestial Poem by mark anthony st. rose

She looked like an Indian goddess,
Who danced in the hallways of my dream’s sweet splendour,
Whispering my name from the abyss of love,
Touching my heart turning the surreal real.
As she wore a maiden’s golden dress,
That fell softly on her body’s caress,
whilst escorted two identical angels best
who were there mainly to witness
A love born between mortal and divine.
Now Lo’ - she descended- celestial into my mundane life,
And like the rising sun her majestic gleam was forever upon me.






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