Friday Fictioneers – Angels

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ulrika Undén

Remember when the angels sing?
And we pause to listen?
When we smell the flowers?
And look forward to spring?
When we gasp for air after running a mile?
When we free the birds from some nasty snares?
And we tried to have a healthy lifestyle?
And we kissed not minding the stares?

On this cold day, I reminisce them all
Gone were those days since you left
Days seem to be dark and with rainfall
Some men were convicted of theft
I’ve dialled down all my expectation
I was at a loss for words
The whole world seems to be blacken
I headed back homewards

For: 7 February 2020 Friday Fictioneers