Where Angels Play, by honesty_kills Subscribe to rss feed for honesty_kills

ascending into a new domain
is the most unearthly feeling
and instant fear is welcomed
by fluffy white fields of cotton
the western sinking sun
skips off the clouds
like a flat stone on water
immediately you know
this is God's house
a radiance so unspeakably beautiful
the only thing you cant be is speechless
this is an Angel's playground
the sky is the limit
catching raindrops on their tongues
chasing snowflakes with the wind
ivory white wings float gracefully
resting from cloud to cloud
enjoying the untouched serenity
of their world above.
you cannot know the wonder here
until you really enperience it
breaking through clouds
touring God's home
for this is truly
where angel's play.
Posted: 2005-05-30 21:26:26 UTC

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