I dreamed of 9 beautiful Angels flying above a magnificent city.

Nine Angels
by Poet Ron

In the valley of Seoul the flags wave,
On the bed of Winter the memories seek,
In the air of wanting the old ones cry.

How does one know he lives as a dream?
Stare into the space and cry...
Oh, wow, OH! GEE! that's really tough to see.

While sketching the sky with a pink brush.
Nine angels fly high!
Sunshine, peace, love, hope, justice, wisdom, vitality, humanity,
courtesy.

© 2014 Ronald J Chapman