His brown hair shines giving contrast to the paleness of his crystal skin
He stands on water with arms spread open
His grave eyes stare down withe his eyelids nearly shut
You can't see those eyes but underneath their blue sweetness lies wisdom for he knows pain
As the sun rises behind his feet
white sheets rise up
As the sheets near his face he looks up slowly while turning the sheets into congregations of feathers
The transformed feathers shape into large wings spreading wide open
His gaze finally dives into what appears to be you
Those deep blue eyes draw a line towards your pupils
Connection happens from deep underneath the earth's crust
He lowers his head
the wings fade
Only his glowing hair is what remains
He is the Guardian Angel
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Love this one too, you should use this one to write a book:)
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