Once upon a day,
In a place so cold that the
Windows were always coated with frost,
I awoke to the sound of an angel crying.
I asked him what was wrong and he told me
there was nothing I could do because
the sky was going to fall.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Once upon a day,
In a place so cold that the
Windows were always coated with frost,
I awoke to the sound of an angel crying.
I asked him what was wrong and he told me
there was nothing I could do because
the sky was going to fall.