View from the Clouds

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.

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