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I heard of a story that will make you cry
Let me tell you a story that will make you sigh
Listen for its beginning is nigh : 

An angel falls from the sky
Crushing into the cold ice
His wings are shattered like a crown of glass
His skin tears like fine linen
Blood flows from his lips like a river
His eyes  are dried and he screams :
"Vapor , ice , water
Wind,  blood , pressure
I remember the beauty of the clouds
I remember   the snow falling  on earth
The smooth and peaceful rain of love
The glory of hurricanes and quakes
I remember when the liquid flows from my veins
The majesty of stars in the providence
All I can remember is : 
Vapor , ice , water
Wind , blood ,  pressure."
An angel falls from the starry sky
Pushed down from his beloved one
He looks at the starry sky
He sees his beloved staring with anger
Thus , he says : 
"Vapor , I feel your heart boiling from the sky
Ice ,  I can feel the coldness of your heart
Water ,  You still rain inside my heart
Wind ,  there is a hurricane in your eyes
Blood , your hands are wet  with the liquid of my veins
Pressure ,  I'm sorry for dragging you alone. 

Vapor , ice , water
Wind , blood , pressure ."

At the end, the angel took a deep breath and died .


by 

John Mayer Charmant


This poem shall not be republished under any other name besides the author's name mentioned herein

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