Won Honorable Mention in, Healing power of forgiveness contest.
In the violent storm there is complete ruin everywhere the clouds take on a bigger form as there is no place to calmly breathe air running scared with regretful tears, lightning advances strong though miraculously, a seraph caught the powerful spark crushing it, she disperses the black sinful smoke with a harp and song now it is no longer dark the healing begins to bring everything back sinner and saint, with their arms, lock qualm takes over, flowing out from the overloaded pack the angel listens to every drop without saying a mock hand in hand, they walk to the other side creating a new world for the past has died turning the realm into an ethereal dreamworld
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