memories of angels

Angel dust falling from the heaven’s, a blanket of white as day turns to night, the happy screams of kids playing in the dust, the secret smiles of adults pretending they don’t care but really they are dying to throw it everywhere, as night falls we watch out of the window as the angels continue to cover all the land, by morning it has gone no fun for anyone but the memories of angels will never be forgotten and the smiles that they brought to each and everyone.  ©



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