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I could add the colors and pics here, but the background is extremely important with what I write. (feel free to look at other things I have in my blog as well.) I make different types of writing, and only occasionally write.
Angel Rain
Raindrops are like the tears of angels, mourning over the earth.
to the flowers, they're like a blessing from heaven.
it fills the empty, it calms the soul.
it washes away fear of tomorrow. it gives life to what is lifeless.
without it, there is no life...
it sings in the sky as it falls down from the angels' heaven in the clouds.
like the sound of hidden prayer...
rain makes swords fall, plants grow, and fires sleep.
all the pain and sadness, fall as tears, carried by the angels.
one angel for each weeping soul...
That becomes a blessing to the land, and a blessing to the ones that suffer from this world.
the bitter cold from rain...is the sadness of angels.
each person has his own angel, and is free to do anything with it.
some make their angel suffer, by making themselves suffer.
others can't help themselves from the suffering people give them, making the pain of the angel more immense.
rain is also like the sacred prayer of angels.
a cry for the tears to end.
the prayer is a cry,
the prayer of the angels...
a cry to bless the souls whom have suffered, and offered their tears to become a blessing.
this is the angel's prayer.....
I could add the colors and pics here, but the background is extremely important with what I write. (feel free to look at other things I have in my blog as well.) I make different types of writing, and only occasionally write.
Angel Rain
Raindrops are like the tears of angels, mourning over the earth.
to the flowers, they're like a blessing from heaven.
it fills the empty, it calms the soul.
it washes away fear of tomorrow. it gives life to what is lifeless.
without it, there is no life...
it sings in the sky as it falls down from the angels' heaven in the clouds.
like the sound of hidden prayer...
rain makes swords fall, plants grow, and fires sleep.
all the pain and sadness, fall as tears, carried by the angels.
one angel for each weeping soul...
That becomes a blessing to the land, and a blessing to the ones that suffer from this world.
the bitter cold from rain...is the sadness of angels.
each person has his own angel, and is free to do anything with it.
some make their angel suffer, by making themselves suffer.
others can't help themselves from the suffering people give them, making the pain of the angel more immense.
rain is also like the sacred prayer of angels.
a cry for the tears to end.
the prayer is a cry,
the prayer of the angels...
a cry to bless the souls whom have suffered, and offered their tears to become a blessing.
this is the angel's prayer.....
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