They rode on winds that angels breathed
and glowed with light from streets of gold
I could not say just where they went
Perhaps they just will not grow old.
They rode on winds that angels breathed
and glowed with light from streets of gold
I could not say just where they went
Perhaps they just will not grow old.
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You are kind.
Ohhh, I love that. The visuals taunting my imagination are so vivid. Thanks! 😀
I am happy to oblige… in this case.
excellent ! each word fluidity !
Thank you for saying so.