Heaven played verses.
Angels descended on thy Monday.
The sky poured from their pray.
The clouds followed in sway.
The thunder rolled his drums to celebrate in array.
They crossed lips in the subway.
The darkness took a seat.
Enjoyed this feast.
Void surrounded the street.
Two soul entwined in a dream.
Was all that was left of the mundane terrene.
The space was frozen to still.
But the heat emanating from their corporal envelope was thrilling.
They had leaped through this lapse of time to attain blessing.
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Rhapsodic Memoirs
PuisiA tale of poetry, a pinch of melancholy and a glass of rhapsody.
