Oh hush our
warring tongues
Sing in our ears
This dust was dust forever
Until it became angel's flowers
Angel given a melody
To put in your eyes as the stars of reconciliation eat away our injuries
How such little things can end our relationships to each other not with burning bridges but rather with drowning hearts
Angels my heart
Devils my soul
Give me a second
To hear the echo
Stalking its prey
Like a pretty
Shining
Weapon
Reminding us
Of the fallen
The echoes of time
Echoes of the ages
Echoes of angels
Daggers tell stories
Everything a fire...
The sharpness in listening
The heat in sharing.
Bound to the boundless
Mystery to the calm
Daggers tell stories
History coming together
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