When I talk to the angels I talk to my ancestors .who have ascended to the next level before me I affirm that life never dies it reforms and those who expressed love become brighter stars in the universe and some from populations on planets not yet discovered by the earthbound.
When I talk to the angels I speak in a voice familiar I smile to myself for I know they hear me. I remind then that we shall meet again if only in the wind And as we pass each other we can smile and say I knew that you would greet me upon my arrival.
When I talk to an angel I speak of love A love which is everlasting throughout a million Lifetimes of mine for you my latest arriving angel. Say hello to our ancestors and tell them that love never dies like life it reforms.
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Ah yes. Angels. I honestly do not know where I would be had they not intervened on many an occasion along the way. Thank you, Mikii. Love and blessings to you,
"...that life never dies, it reforms..."
"...that love never dies, like life, it reforms..."
A declaration of faith to the handful of thing the Lord put in your hands and in your heart.
You are the sweetest pen, a truly literary southern belle.
Georg
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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"...that love never dies, like life, it reforms..."
A declaration of faith to the handful of thing the Lord put in your hands and in your heart.
You are the sweetest pen, a truly literary southern belle.
Georg
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