Friday, November 25, 2016

The Kremlin Winter


* Secret Admirere , * thanksgiving letters TO my sweetest dearest beloved Belvedere. ... I couldnt see ♡♡♡ o Vladimir, If I could be anybody. . If I could make a wish. . As we kissed and said are vows We broke the bubbles Because I was lookin down We ran ... into them... blowing bubbles Holding the train of my wedding gown. O wait on you day And night... To be your future wife P.S. A tint of a prisms fog made me feel eerie , Pretend your mine, just for a second. For eternity I'll be Yours trully On the other side of the world O hail Jesus's All life form I love you I found the coral wreaths & white turquise stone Just alone . The sun shined inside warming my body and my mind The rays of the smile.. And.. outside the weather forcast was like THIS. ..a chance of showers. .. From the forecast a hypocrite poem. Directions anger walked across the night rolled & mingled with the clouds... Hushed thunder I smelled Smoke from a offering away across THE mountain, was the communist orchard . . I Wore a corsage on MY home. Sealed with the ink from the petals smelled like perfumes O if the halls was of Stalin's hoof print, the perfect form of the Russian star Gazed And there was a meteorite milky way war a calm before the storm feb 14th A lovers gift horse ... I fall like a shower from Mars I gave my thanks to and alms under the hiding moon When I woke they were joined the fog, clouds & smoke . Trinity of EARTH Disappeared and went somewhere ... On your skins of armoured men On your clothes a smell of inscense A pure gold frost smooth as ice skates across a frozen pond and dripping diamonds From my eyes as I almost died. The closest thing I owned.. THAT I couldn't afford in the stores. .. Real diamond tears.. GOD bless you pictures of a palace gates so. Grand it was a winterwonderland. The lions den Purred tonight... from me a mistaken foe lost lost Whithout you, I am yours , A Paris terrorist attack At my door was a mistletoe Yea JUST like ol saint Nick Xmas pressant A podium in america- will you- come to travel? ? come to America Just to speak.. so we all can hear you talk.. peace where you speech, to your country , you belong. I wish you love MY paper mate I want to scoop you up in my arms. Carry you away across the night and make you mine. Fall in love with me my antlered deer. King of my life. The one I want . All the words of the birds language and the beast in the fields Are what I reach for to say to you they all are yours Hibernate & sleep with me in my cave So tenderly, I stalk a leader , because your face melted my heart I pray I look for you. A cross the ocean where the wild geese fly and honk for there winter migrate O to go my man my man my man to love a paper doll. . A paper face a Cupid arrow s - bear tracks. I Bring the secret Valentine AND I hung it in the night For people to believe .. Xoxo paper cologne BY Cindy Bottenfield TO be cont..

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