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Angels fall
From heaven
Dropping to the ground,
Shattering like glass.

The earth quakes
Under the pressure
And I try in vain
To pick up
The pieces.

Feathers on the road
Remains of the decay.
I walk among the shards
Of dreams
And my blood runs in the gutter.

I hate the sky

I hate you. But that it is just envy speaking.
Nice work!!

to be envied is a great compliment...thank you!

Well I love ya baby and your muse, another fabulous write dear and yea Soemtimes I hate the sky too, or at least the bird shit that falls on me. Glad you made it to Studio 8 to check up on me. Your "C"

This is a quiet, beautiful, gentle roar.
Beautiful.
There is definitely magic in this poem.
The last verse absolutely makes it shine......

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angels sounds
I hear knees
hitting earth
I see wings of those
beer splash
drips like tears

When an angel takes a knee
perhaps happenings
could have been discussed with GOD

instead, Nephlem
correct me if wrong i spelt
but they did love human woman
god bless that desire?.........................................

I hate dust storms screwing up the sky.
I hate dreary days when the sky is hidden by dark clouds.
I hate when the sky hasn't been clouded by clouds in weeks,
I hate when the sky turns black
...but of course I love the sky, too
I'm a sky pilot