Where Angels Sing

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The times we shared when we were young,
Among the rays of the rising sun,
A mist so clean just filled our lungs,
Ready for what the day will bring upon.

We moved on and went through different roads,
Not knowing what each path will bring,
We’ll meet again when we have wings,
Up above where angels sing.

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One of your best poems imo, made me feel a bit nostalgic for the simpler days off childhood.

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