Under the twilight's soft embrace,
Beautiful voices descend from space.
Heaven's chorus, pure and clear,
Whispering secrets for all to hear.
Celestial notes, like stars that gleam,
Weave through the night, a silken dream.
Their harmonies, a gentle tide,
Cradle the earth with love and pride.
Each angel's song, a tale unfolds,
Of timeless peace, of hearts consoled.
Through the vast expanse, their voices soar,
Bringing solace forevermore.
In this symphony from realms above,
Echoes the promise of endless love.
Heaven's choir, with grace, imparts
A sacred hymn to mortal hearts.
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CHRISTIAN P
I am “Christian p" a passionate writer with an insatiable curiosity and a lover of storytelling let's dive into the realm of words, weaving into narratives that captivate the imagination. Drawing inspiration from life's experiences.
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