She floated off the ground. A sight the eyes not capable of absorbing
Her wings swiftly appearing out of what seemed thin air. They were as white as freshly fallen snow and their surface seemed to appear as fluffy as kitten's fur
Her eyes gradually opened anew to present glistening white eyes. Her dirty-blonde hair elegantly blowing behind her
Her true identity had been revealed, she was an angel. An angel to protect, guard, save and most importantly, bring joy
But even before her true identity was revealed, she already accomplished all of these tasks. She protected her loved ones, she guarded her friends, she saved others from the darkness and most importantly, brought joy to people's lives
Would this be considered poetry..? I don't know anymore :)
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Poetry(I Think)
PoetryThis is just where I write a bunch of my lame, I guess considered, poetry. I write it mainly to express my feelings or emotions Read if you want :)
