O`angel
move closer, shut slowly...

Sitting on a cloud
dreaming dreams of you...

We sit together as the night grows dark
I slide my hand round your waist...

Tightly curling herself up into a ball on her bed,
as a knot in her stomach befriends her despair...

Barefoot and walking along the beach,
the wind blew your hair into your face...

Par{ini9oa} you old scallywag!!!, good to hear...
Now Par dear boy on with the biz. Well well sounds...

They
loved me...

Hey Cloudless long time no hear...received your...

The clouds graceful glide,
inspires me to write...

Walking and talking under a moonless sky,
I gently rubbed my thumb up your spine, you...

(For you up there)
Images...

So much more could be said... and done.
I was walking down a road...