Tales of Angels
By bdgrey
Shimmering seraphs fly with grace and ease, as lingering memories pass quickly through clouds. Reminiscence not of whithered thought, but of tragedy taking a back seat to glory. Living legends spoken with truth in history, though not of flesh, still impact the living even in death. Wandering moments where only in the heart lays the guide, practice their taunts where happines tells no lies. Clandestine romance finally shows no fear, and the entirety of the world their story will finally hear. Tales of love and those since forgotten, and accounts of chivalry taken by the pen unforgettable. These are the virtuous creatures in dreams, where Heaven has touched them and still they return. And why? Because of the everlasting longing for life, for the greatest events take place when shrouded by flesh. So they patiently wait as eternity shows no urgency, for the second half of their soul to join them ceaselessly. Written March 5th, 2002 © on Mar 04 2002 04:36 PM PST 0 • 12
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