A Time ago...

A Time ago
We are but spirits
Like angels with seeds
Of infinite wisdom and innocence supreme,
A Time ago
We are but rhythms
Of life held in heavenly cups of wine
God that gave us to pour in us like lines,
A Time ago
We are but angels divine,
To paint this world with wonderous shine,
To fill all mortal souls with immortal glories,
God that gave us to turn our stories
To tales with music profound and vast,
A Time ago
We are but angels just,
Filled with cornfields.

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