Dreams of My Angels

October 21, 2015

The sound of the rainbow echoes through my ears.

It paints a picture of life.

But at the end of it, nothing.

A blank page waiting to be filled with the dreams of angels.

The ones that first started the rainbow in another life.

My angels.

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