Rain drops on the side walk off the cracks
Washing off the mud on the bricks
Early in the morning, the first light of dawn breaks,
Twilight reaveal,
Showing it's pretty light over the lakes.
First light from heaven, I wonder from down,
Watching from my window.
How Heavens must be great
How Heavens must be pure
How Heavens must be beautiful.
So clouds began to clear,
Two bright stars twinkled far above,
Then glaring light stroked down from Heavens.
From the sight I cower.
Blessings from Heaven showers.
Immersing brightness through my window
Never could I open my eyes
But there, otherwise I could see
Stars must have shone bright in my eyes
Angels! I must have seen,
Otherwise my heart shatters.
My sanity must have escaped me
Time must have paused
Otherwise, Life has transcended.
A/N
Hey guys!
This is my first work (still ongoing)
But critisims are allowed (just not too harsh) But I really appreciate you going through them.
Please comment what You think about this first part.
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Saints and Angels
PoetryIt's just a short poem about spirituality in total sense, it's my first work so please check it out. It passes message spiritually and morally just in a play of words.
