When Angels cry,
God collects their tears.
And heals the earth with rain.
When Angels sing,
He collects the sound
In natures golden ring
When angels love,
He gathers it to himself.
for its the most beautiful
A single Angels tear, can save a life.
A single Angels song, can save a soul.
But one heart, can heal a God.
Angels cry, because their is pain,
Angels sing, because their is music.
Angels love, because their is life.
I caught a faling star and put it in my pocket.
I was saving it for a rainy day.
But here, you can have it.
To keep you shining, along your way.
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nice poem. funny how you reply to everyone but emily. hmmm
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nice
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that was awesome!
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Thank you
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Well done. I love the tone of it. It was original different and not a clone of anyone elses. You put your own style to it. I wouldn't change anything.
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Thank you
yes it does have nice tone. And I am original & different, nor do I want to be like other people. My style is me. Thank you for the read
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