Drops of
Angels
Every soul
needs a purging,
liquid spirit
to soar from ageless eyes-
we gaze into forever
with few memories to share
longing for a portion
of the love we lived before
and yet, we stare
in distant wonder
to circumspect our minds-
somehow trying to gather,
to mindlessly grasp,
at teardrops
falling from the heavens
captured behind our eyes.
Drops of Angels
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