ANGEL WITHOUT WINGS 👼🏻

ANGEL WITHOUT WINGS 👼🏻

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Hello people !! Its a poem written by me . When we talk about angels the first thing that strick our mind are their wings , magic stick & beauty . But let me tell u that angels are those who have kind heart , a emotion for the needed ones . It doesn't matter they have the wings , magic power or not. An angel don't need wings and magic power to be kind . On this earth there are some people with a warmheart for others . For me they are some Angels without wings landed from heaven on the earth . It's easy to get helped but it's hard to help !! This poem highlights the presence of some angels . To encourage people for helping hands !!! Happy Reading & Enjoy it !! @creative_aptitude_ Lots of love to the readers and viewers from UMUL MURMU 。◕‿◕。 🥀💫
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There is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be held. Sit down in this circle. Quit acting like a wolf, and feel the shepherd's love filling you. At night, your beloved wanders. Don't accept consolations. Close your mouth against food. Taste the food. You moan, "She left me." "He left me." Twenty more will come. Be empty of worrying. Think of who created thought! Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open? Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence. Flow down and down in always widening rings of being. There's a strange frenzy in my head, of birds, flying, each particle circulating on its own. Is the one I love everywhere? Drunks fear the police, but the police are drunk too. People in this town love them both like different chess pieces. ----------------------------------- All things that we hide in our hearts eat us alive. This book is - full of emotions, love, care and agitation. Well, you need to read this to know what's in. Moreover, It consists of quotes, snippets, poems, bits of advice...Ummm simply deep and random stuff. Go Ahead! HIGHEST rank #1 in poetry as of 19.02.2018 ----------------------------------- 4/10/17 --- 19/04/18

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