Poems: Life is Life.

Paper Angels

If only I were creative enough to make paper angels,
I would make them all,
Small and tall,
With wings a perfect angles;

I would make sure the paper is as white as snow,
I would hang up my creations high, so they are never low,
Once on display, I play a harmony,
They would become my own real fantasy,
The story of a century;

Maybe I can make paper angels,
Sure I could not have the tools to do so,
But I can dream about them you know,
Anyone can, we just have to try,
And maybe one day we will all become angels when we die;