When an angel is crying a dove is born with no wings to fly, as music will stop at the heartbeat of death, this angel will walk among the friends of the past.
No love will ever fail to be a once side as music will be playing again and the dove will learn to walk, so will the angel find her wings.
© Elke T.B. Stevens 08/2019
Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 
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