Digging your toes into the deep depths of the gritty grains of sun-kissed sand lining the ocean's edge, you can feel them growing cooler and cooler, their warmth fading as they layer upon each other, hitting the last, hardest layer you can reach. Your hands graze the semi-rough surface, noting that though the feel of exfoliating beads is strong, there is a strong possibility that a skinned knee on the collapsing surface is probable.
The grains separate, shifting from light mocha to soft peaches, spanning a kaleidoscope of tan browns and subtle whites. They collide together, forming that sun-touched color they're known for. Unlike their bott
Tears of heaven are floating down
Enveloping the earth in scents of peace.
Why is it when the gods above cry
We feel a need to grin and praise the Lord
For the rain that is healing our lands
But we cant stop and wonder why
The gods are crying?
Is it for the war and blood
Spilling over into the soil
Poisoning our food, our thoughts?
Is that why?
But without the wars, there is still rain
There is still a weeping falling from above.
Is it because we cannot live with the land
As God intended us to?
Or is it because
No matter how hard we try
We will never amount to anything
That can help us grow?
Can you see me?
Im standing behind you
My hands on your backpack
Gripping the strap
Following you anywhere you lead me
Can you feel me?
My hands on your shoulder
Im kneeling beside your chair
Crying for you
Because youre unable to move on
Can you hear me?
Im screaming for you
Yelling out for you
Trying to stop you
Youre falling too fast for me to see
Can you taste me?
My lips on your mouth
Never felt so perfect
Its a snapshot
But youre sleeping, not awake
I know you cant hear me
I know Im not visible
But there should be something you recognize
Im ha
The Fallen Are Forgotten by apprentice5, literature
Literature
The Fallen Are Forgotten
The grays and blacks collide
With the blues and whites
Creating the tears of the fallen
With angels protesting every movement
With Zeus fighting for everyone
And God praying for a miracle
So the sins are washed away
And the fallen can bathe
And rest and relax and admire
The brilliant colors of the aftermath
The violent reds and pitiful blues
The greens melding with the yellows
And the fighting ceases
The angels leave, silent as before
Zeus has thrown his last shot
Gods miracle has come
The Earth is reborn in a second
Alive with new shades and hues
Vibrant with life and breath
And the fallen are forgotten
Digging your toes into the deep depths of the gritty grains of sun-kissed sand lining the ocean's edge, you can feel them growing cooler and cooler, their warmth fading as they layer upon each other, hitting the last, hardest layer you can reach. Your hands graze the semi-rough surface, noting that though the feel of exfoliating beads is strong, there is a strong possibility that a skinned knee on the collapsing surface is probable.
The grains separate, shifting from light mocha to soft peaches, spanning a kaleidoscope of tan browns and subtle whites. They collide together, forming that sun-touched color they're known for. Unlike their bott
Tears of heaven are floating down
Enveloping the earth in scents of peace.
Why is it when the gods above cry
We feel a need to grin and praise the Lord
For the rain that is healing our lands
But we cant stop and wonder why
The gods are crying?
Is it for the war and blood
Spilling over into the soil
Poisoning our food, our thoughts?
Is that why?
But without the wars, there is still rain
There is still a weeping falling from above.
Is it because we cannot live with the land
As God intended us to?
Or is it because
No matter how hard we try
We will never amount to anything
That can help us grow?
Can you see me?
Im standing behind you
My hands on your backpack
Gripping the strap
Following you anywhere you lead me
Can you feel me?
My hands on your shoulder
Im kneeling beside your chair
Crying for you
Because youre unable to move on
Can you hear me?
Im screaming for you
Yelling out for you
Trying to stop you
Youre falling too fast for me to see
Can you taste me?
My lips on your mouth
Never felt so perfect
Its a snapshot
But youre sleeping, not awake
I know you cant hear me
I know Im not visible
But there should be something you recognize
Im ha
The Fallen Are Forgotten by apprentice5, literature
Literature
The Fallen Are Forgotten
The grays and blacks collide
With the blues and whites
Creating the tears of the fallen
With angels protesting every movement
With Zeus fighting for everyone
And God praying for a miracle
So the sins are washed away
And the fallen can bathe
And rest and relax and admire
The brilliant colors of the aftermath
The violent reds and pitiful blues
The greens melding with the yellows
And the fighting ceases
The angels leave, silent as before
Zeus has thrown his last shot
Gods miracle has come
The Earth is reborn in a second
Alive with new shades and hues
Vibrant with life and breath
And the fallen are forgotten
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