The day the angel sings

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    The day the angel sings

    Stepped into the sun from under the darkness, the breath given to me, edge teetering of death. Into life once more, my heart so full. Angels flutter near, kisses tenderly found caught with glorious joy. In faith to go on. The feeling overwhelms deepness content and flowing of a life in darkness was spent. His heart will light the way embrace in love again, closed all evil at bay. My hero, my lover, my friend, eyes filled with passion, letting me drink it in. Go with a gentle breeze drifting into the night. In a slumber I am no longer.

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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