is cool and clear and dry
white clouds are scattered up on high
amid the multi-colored hues
of higher scales of blue
wind blows from the West
scented with the best
of all you give so graciously to me
blowing every care into eternity
seem brand new
as I open all I am to all of you
and an angel descends in the flesh
while hearts and souls are intermeshed
? Michaelette ?
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