Sometimes we would say beautiful things; we shouted them into an empty sky where only angels could catch them. Angels have no use in beautiful words, they are beautiful themselves, so they let them slide further into outer space, where they just got lost. You and I, our thoughts, our words, our smiles and cries, our lives - got lost in outer space. Will I find you after all this time? Or will we meet in other life? Or may be those words were so beautiful that angels caught them and made jewelry out of them? They put silk thru them and made bracelets and necklaces. They placed pearls and crystals in between, bits and pieces of stars were stuck to them to make them as eternal as stars themselves. Now angels carry them on their wings in between whitest feathers. Once in a while they loose one. It falls down to earth. Sometimes it will fall on someone’s balcony and a child will try to reach for it, but a window will be closed and adults will not let a kid go outside on a cold winter night. Other will fall into a lovers’ bed, but it will never be noticed by them, because lovers are way too occupied with their pleasures. Only when they will fall asleep a beautiful dream will come to them. Another one will fall into an ocean and become the most beautiful fish never to be caught by fishermen. And another will drop into poet’s hand and he will write the poem of his life, when a musician will make a melody of his time and angel’s piece of jewelry will become a song. A song that touches heart and makes someone smile and someone cry, beautiful but one day forgettable song. Which does not matter anyways, because by the time they will create it, we will forget that we were the ones who yelled it out into an outer space.
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