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Golden Waltz

"My Angel" (Joannuszka Slisznuszka)

My angel no revelation of loveliness to me

because they are owners of gold mane

to angelic features of the face surge

No vase for her soul to smooth cambers

include increased ever lustful

while mounds of delight grant outline

who does hostility to the gods

of sexuality as Venus Aphrodite

So for properties found comparable

so many fair maidens

on the land near and far

My angel cache of spirit to inspiration to grant her sweet slisznuszek

in her, descended from an altitude of my castle in the sky

a feeling of ways to create harmony

that our flight could take as waltz of bliss

My angel vision of grandeur

as emotions shine on source

that, but takes the form of femininity

its reality is so angelic entity

released on my own not haveth sex

except that were popular in the fantasies of me

So turn them into reality

My angel in all the light being of worship to me

for the spirit of delicacy to live within

Such a facade of sensual splendor

to be displayed in the Registration eyes ever

disposition of kindness, while the advantage

They provide me the grace of compassion

My angel in the acts of devotion, affection Nay Close

of frenzied sexuality on her gappeluszek

Beeth all passion to worship

of he once imprisoned in her charms

go further all the attendees in order

to double again in realms of empathy

About the Author

My name is Gianni Truvianni, I am an author who writes with the simple aim of sharing his ideas, thoughts and so much more of what I am with those who are interested in perhaps reading something new. I also am the author of the book entitled “New York’s Opera Society” which is now available on Amazon.

A new poem, do you like it?

I had not seen a dying man, but a golden leaf in moonshone sand. For no longer danced the waltz of death, for it was a wind that warmed my flesh. After many days I felt, for everything was left a speck of clay, That song greets the mild winter. I was blind, but I had seen Far away where land is still greener, A guy I saw, with five in hand, my diamond heaven, how he colored. With the largest sweeps he faltered, as there was an angel ways, a road less traveled, I looked. And every color there was only one, for it had come from Newfoundland Sun

Moonshone? I felt that day? I was blind, but I had seen? greened? He waved? I looked? Odd words or poetic words that for me. Then you use some phrases like "no more dancing to" find some beautiful images, but this is my opinion that more work.

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