heavens angel
Tonight I painted heavenIt was a glorious sight to behold
I painted it with purples,
I painted it with golds
My painted heaven had an angel
She shone in this painting too
As I watched my painting dry
I realised this angel was you..
heavens angel
Tonight I painted heavenPoetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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