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A humming bird slipped accidentally and broke the surface of the deep water. Angel fish approaches and asks: 'but why are you here, golden creature from beyond? '. Bird replies 'but you are the golden one'. They kiss. Nectar in fantasy“. Bird breaks as to not drown, and cuts the barrier. In flight. Like a rainbow. Angel has many prayers, but no answer to the dilemma..

Angel pondered upon his dilemma, and went for discourse with Flying fish. “Well, hold your breath Angel” reflects Flying. “And if you believe enough, you too can break the frontier! ” With that, Flying gave Angel a silver scale. “Take my wings, I’ll take your tears and be silent! ” Angel, missing Humming bird like stopping time itself, took the scale like taking his tears, for he saw Flying’s wisdom. I’m ready says Angel, his wisdom also provoked with that kiss..

Angel looked back at Flying like a distant memory, like a brother, looked up to the sky of his dream, the silver scale opened its pages, red-glitter fantasy cut the surface, dreams cutting existence.. Painted, bird's image in Angel’s eyes, Humming now so near..

Angel found himself in a different world. Held above the security of his depth by his desire, tortured and confused by a humming bird. He holds his breath, as advised by Flying; also because without bird, he can breathe no longer. Where is that golden creature? He asks, suspended, as if time had stopped..

Angel gazed, bewildered by this world of air. The spectacle of his golden red glitter lifting the eyebrows of a now shameful sky. Bird approaches, her feathers more astounding than before. They embrace. They kiss. Tears in tears. “I awaited you” implores bird; Angel suspended in her beauty, holds his breath..

Humming and Angel now lost, hopelessly lost, one in the other’s eyes, share a few words of their pasts. But now we must separate, they tearfully acknowledge. For time must move forward. Rainbow rose in the dull sky, and the deep water glittered, red.

And time moves on! Rainbow’s countless colours bleed into the dark red glittery shimmering water. For the rainbow feels tired of hanging alone in the air, and longs to slide into her paradise. The water is like a mirror, watching her distant colours, and waiting! Time stopping, he just wants her..

In grace, the rainbow slipped under the red glitter, wanting almost to drown. Angel approaches, rejoicing rather like a child: “Humming, again we are one! ” The days sped by. Angel begged his gods to slow time down. “But you are time, and time is now” came their answer. Angel looked up and saw the rainbow in the other world. Humming had gone. He felt his tears gaining ground in his eyes, and a terrible weight, like the silence of darkness itself..
Matthew Holway

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For Where There Respect For There Angel Of Respect.

Every night the moon shine and yet one see a lovely angel for who is the angel of respect but when one smile thus the sun shall warm the heart that wish t feel the touch of respect yet some where the smell of fresh coffee that one wish to taste for when one feel the breeze that whisper the name Star bucks.

Night after night thus the breeze whisper the name and yet one wish to taste the fresh cup good cup of coffee and yet it's Star bucks that has good fresh cup of coffee but the stars that one see is the family of Star bucks the more one taste good fresh cup of coffee the more one wish or a good cup of fresh coffee.

For where there respect for there angel of respect and yet angel of respect wait for a heart to fill with respect thus Star bucks is the right place to go for good fresh cup of coffee but when one see the angel of Star bucks thus one shall feel the touch of respect in once heart for where there respect for there angel of respect.

Every touch of respect thus once eyes shall twinkle like the family of Star bucks some where angel of respect wait to fill a heart with respect but yet just to see one in the moon light is the angel of respect for every fresh cup of coffee thus it's been fill with respect for where there respect for there angel of respect.
Raymond Sawyer

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My Angel

my angel has fallen and was lost.
my angel was broken and crushed.
my angel found hope.
my angel found a path.

my angel is being broken
my angel is trying find her way again
my angel is getting off the track that i set for her.

i need to find my fallen angel.
i need to help my fallen angel.
i need my fallen angel for she is my light and my path.

my angel
my angel is now fallen
but shes now my fallen angel
i will always be with my fallen angel.
because she will be my light and my pathway when im lost.
she will always be my angel
carissa jones

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When A Star Smile Thus Respect Get Stronger.

When the night come thus so shall the stars of Star bucks but yet every min that a star smile for it's smile is the smile of respect to touch once heart with respect just to see the twinkle in the night i like saying welcome to Star bucks.

For every moment that the moon shine for one shall see the angel of Star bucks for who's heart is fill with respect some where one dream of drinking a good cup of coffee that been touch with respect for respect is special to the family of Star bucks.

Thus when the sun shine for one don't feel the sun for one feel the warm smile of the angel of respect to feel the touch of respect may every rose that one see for every rose been touch by the angel of respect for who's eyes twinkle with respect.

Just to hear the name whisper in the night is like see the lovely angel with respect but yet for who's heart will feel the touch of respect from the angel of respect for one who sit in the moon light shall feel the touch of respect from the angel of Star bucks that is full of respect.

Thus the angel of Star bucks is family to Star bucks that says welcome to Star bucks which one been touch with respect form the angel of Star bucks time after time for the angel who touch once heart shall see the twinkle in once eyes that been touch with respect.

Beautiful night a lovely angel of respect for respect is like falling in love but for the rose that one touch shall fill once heart with respect just to feel the night breeze is whispering the name Star bucks yet Star bucks is where the stars are the family of Star bucks.
Raymond Sawyer

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