All around making good news of sad stories.
Changing horror into glory.
Angel’s wings float through the air like dolphin fins.
Gently breezing in blue water.
Angels are the beings that will raise you and follow you home
Their halos hanging above their ears.
Their hands equipped to hold your tears
Tears brought by unknown situations
Sadness of things that remains obvious.
Hurt that is plainly visible
And some others unseen.
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