The day the music ceased to play
The music left but the Angels stayed
The day the music ceased to play
The day the music ceased to play,
A shadow fell, so cold and gray.
The melodies that lit the skies
Faded into silent sighs.
The angels, once so near, so bright,
Took their leave into the night.
Their wings no longer brushed the air,
Their whispers gone, no presence there.
In the silence, soft and slow,
A seed of hope began to grow.
For even when the light seems far,
The angels linger where we are.
Though silent now, their love remains,
A song that soothes the deepest pains.
And in our hearts, their chords replay—
The music lives, though gone, they stay.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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A poem that seems kind of insightful on choices. Good job.