Two thoughts

So why does the angel sing so sweetly
only when the world will call
out to the moon and to the stars,
where all the good people have gone
away forever to the winds
of the void beneath the trees,
where all the others disappear
beneath the dried, fallen leaves?

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Can you hear the world outside
singing out with all its might
as the days fall into darkness
never to be seen again?

Can you hear the bluebirds calling
out to someone that can sing
out to all the other people
that, in this world, can never be?

Can you hear the dogs, now, barking
at the people that pass by
completely obvlivious to
all terrors of outside?

Can you hear the crying earth now
reaching out to God above
to help its wounds heal from the people
who, in this life, have torn it so?

> My sunset