Falling from the heavens is a love that is pure. To accept it is a wonderful gift. Those that have it have no doubts and know that it's for sure. Where the hate floats away in the ocean, on that poor and lonely, solitary drift.
Falling from the heavens is a peace that is fine. An invigorating relief. Mother Natures intoxicating wine. It's there because our anger is brief. A gift from the divine.
Falling from the heavens are the tears of angels sorrow. Sadness from the acts of too many. The killing that takes away someones tomorrow. To the killer there aren't any.
Falling from the heavens are guardian angels that are unseen. Protecting the innocent all around. Delaying the evil forces that are mean. While we sleep, in their arms we are bound.
©robwjeter
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