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Heavenly Storm


Clear drops fall from the stormy gray sky as I walk on the damp silent streets. My destination is up ahead but these clear drops slows up my paste. My paste comes to a stop as I began to hear whispers. “Hear our cry for the new angel that joined us.” I say “I hear you all cry but you all don’t feel my pain.” “We’re angels we only cry tears of joy and heal pain.” I began to wonder if I let them touch my heart will my pain go away and I’ll cry their tears of joy. I slowly closed my eyes and said “touch my heart I want to rejoice with you all and feel your cry.” Angel hands touched my heart and I collapsed and began to cry a happy cry. As I raise my head I saw the sun shining down on me, and that’s when I knew the upcoming angel was happy in his new home.
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