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White feathers, green grass

Get drunk with iced tea in a glass.

Could it get any better than this?

Angels smiled on me with a kiss.



But that was 43,000 years ago,

Wind blew us away like a tornado.

Cuts and bruises, white feathers shed

Estranged in places, lone-hearts bled.



On dry and thirsty land the Halos fell.

Whatever it was, nobody could tell.

Played and got bored, went back to their lair

And they pretended it was never there.



Halos mocked, rejected, and bent,

In our empty pockets it went.

White wings folded back in suite case.

In disguise, can they tell an Angel’s face?



Flying distant from the world

While they pray for a miracle,

This angel cried silently for one too.

"Dear Lord, what could I do?"



And it came- the hymn of the Angels

With strong iced tea- were soothing.

In the autumn of white feathers,

It cast in my heart, a Spring.



Sentinels of innocence,

The bounties of light!!!

Spewed by complacency,

Unafraid of night!!!



With or without the halo and fluffy wings,

In between being human and heavenly beings,

Angels will always be who they are.

Solitary in site but always never too far-



From white feathers, memories of green grass,

Raise your cup, share some ice on the tea!

Kudos!!!

Here’s to you and me!