Kokomo is my dog’s virtual sister her wings are white with golden tips of peacock feathers; she moves, flies and dance above the skies like Ms. Cupid has flown into greater skylines of heaven without an airline or broom stick. She connects with the abstract mother of the green lands, thus semiotics of myth is their 'cunning language' like she is beyond the love of humanity yet her inner soul connects to the multitude of Grey shadows. They love her blind heart and everybody wants to touch her yet she can’t for the upper Gods and Goddesses needs to taste her priceless bliss or death to a rainbow soul before she can ascend to mortality's finite bliss.
It’s raining men says the demi-god’s of the Grey earth, and she ascends from heaven without fear of being touched by the darkness of murky thoughts; for she has a river of life and a pool of golden mud that can only be bathed by finite velvet royalties who she enjoys without contract of finality; as gifts of the highest priestess of beauty Venus.
Departing from the capital to Davao emperor’s city of silent angels is one place I see my self flying without fear of termites attention; to enjoy in my own terms in my own time in my own smoking area; fabrication of clouds on earth is my only highway with the Goddess of the highest form.
God Bless Davao and its walking mortal angels.
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