Angels of Cloud Like royalty of the sky, they rule with light, twinkling with beauty, not power and might, they fall, glistened on the backdrop, in the looming sneer of dark winter night. Smoke mingles, and twirls, catching the angels, They swirl and twirrel, boil and spill, but yet more fall from above, the sky their hill. They shine bright white, like an aura of night, lucy's sweet eyes, heavens white light. opening eyes, opening mouths, opening minds. to the peace that sorrounds us, behind sorrows crude blinds, they are a moment of peace, dancing on air, falling so gently, and landing with care. like a bit of serenity, hanging of a quiet tree, they are angels of clouds, beauty's white heir. Whadya thnk. I got the inspiration watching snowflakes and smoking a bowl.
