Angels of the Earth

hi!!!

Brought down from the heaven,
No silence but they are golden,
With their magic in sudden,
Hearts will become molten.

Most are polite and few are rude,
From the sound of saxophone to the high pitched flute,
Totally impossible to predict their mood,
That's why they are not meant to be understood.

Their minds are never clear,
Some of them even live in fear,
So timid and cute like a deer,
Feelings are concentrated in the tear.

Embedded with cotton nerve,
Barricaded hearts that are so hard to surf,
Sometimes direct, sometimes they sway in a curve,
However, they are meant to be loved...


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