Angels sing upon heavenly clouds and others grounded weep dearly.
Sunshine dances in the sky and rain pours somewhere else. It’s only a matter of place. I wonder why tears exist in a world with such beauty they said, ever so cavalierly.
It’s the role of the dice. People can make it, nearly.
Some search for a rainbows end, others play the ace.
Angels sing upon heavenly clouds and others grounded weep dearly.
From their tower they wonder sincerely.
Worldly speculation is a simple task when gold is replaced as easy as a shoelace. I wonder why tears exist in a world with such beauty they said, ever so cavalierly.
In another universe it exists, but not as severely.
For all they know, the world outside is a blank space.
Angels sing upon heavenly clouds and others grounded weep dearly.
Nothing shakes the clouds like a view sightseeing austerely.
It’s delicate, fragile even. Like breaking a vase.
I wonder why tears exist in a world with such beauty they said, ever so cavalierly.
Worrying about choosing the wrong typeface is a problem merely.
But who can complain if that’s the case?
Angels sing upon heavenly clouds and others grounded weep dearly.
I wonder why tears exist in a world with such beauty they said, ever so cavalierly.