The soft ermine swaft of her hand between the gules and lavender fell gently.
Engel in full light.
It befell that on the same day he would find her;
paint her and add her to his collection on paper.
She, with the endearing eyes hugging the winds.
Within him stirred as paints were mixed.
© 17 Mar 2015 -Sonja J Johnston
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