it was just like a dream
but he knows he was very much not sleep
not like he allow anything to himself
he was not seeing an alien
she was very much classic in his eyes
he have a second to reason about her
breathing in and out to comport himself
watching his steps so no mistake
activating the gentleman feelings
he did not ever want to leave it
thought like that comes his mind
but it was a fight he did personally
he was very much okay as he sailed through
and he make ahead to say.
Reaching that spots his sees nothing
the language was not his
how was he going to explain to the people
he believes she could understand him
expecting her to be just like him
but he never had it wrong
it was wrong as she wasn't there when he reached
something seems not right he knows
at the other extreme he saw her standing
waving and calling at him
becoming friendly but with a trick
a puzzle he needs to solve
but he was poorly a mathematician
how was he going to solve
it was still remaining unsolved at the moment.
He expect no angel at the place
he was just about the coziness and the breeze
filming the day to take into his art
he likes to color things in his art room
but it actually forgot about it this day
he was into coloring the angel with smile
he succeeded and I was happy for him.
This poem is about a photographer, he was around a beach, and his intentions was to take photos of people and objects, especially, the people that was doing surfing, but as he begin to position his camera, he saw this beautiful lady looking at him like someone he knows from somewhere.
But when he walked close to her, she was not at the place, he was astonished, and had to look around for her, later on, he saw on the other side of the river.
He thought of taking her shots at that time, at least, to look at her once more when he gets home, but she was not still there, he pray to see her some other day.
