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The Fallen Angels

There is a place
Where angels dwell
Roses Blossom
And Playful clouds fade into eternity

On there own wings
they fly, dancing above,
watching over all below

For it is here that their fallen
Friends search for their
lost eternal bliss

The pain of the imprisonment
Is often too much
Some forget their past
Stuck, lost

Others latch onto shadows,
And are reminded of that which created them,

We will only be,
When we are,

And how do we become?
By acting as we once were.

Posted by Mark at October 4, 2004 05:02 PM


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