Where Angels Roam - Collaboration With White Wolf
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Dreams of those golden meadows in the sky,
with frolicking angels flying about.
So close to me as I hover nearby,
I try to speak but the words won't come out.
Captured by their beauty, my soul set free,
in this realm, I see clearer than before.
Though some may say it lacks reality,
whatever the case, I'm eager for more.
Sometimes I wonder, if I close my eyes
are they more real than if I open them
will angels disappear in golden glow
Or will they land, and tell me: no more lies,
we love truth more than any promised gem...
and humbled i will take their hands, and bow
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2018
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