Breathtaking sounds, I followed the wind again
Grasping shadows on the icy wings, summery things
Celeste vesper entwined arms, imminence, enchanted beings
Presence, the wings called my spirit, is he
Caressed my body each soft peak, slowly his heart
Love surrounds each drifting sand
Nigh whispers he shares my soul
Captivated in each white lake, I'm his
Endless silvery disk shallow grave, I open wide
I feel each azure rainfall as it cleanses me, he is mine
Awakening my soul follow the wisp, each plumage high
To hold you again in soft moonlight , I shall be thine
I have taken pride in writing this novel as so many people have the wrong impression on bikers because they dress in leather clothing which is to protect themselves in case of an accident. The majority of bikers are known Policemen, Firemen, Doctors,
The higher you go into the hills, the deeper the secrets...
A seemingly innocent piece of mail shatters the illusion of Beverly Hills luxury, forcing a terrifying statement from a powerful action movie mogul: "they can't kill us fast enough."
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Jane