When the angels landed,

from heaven to earth with their tiny feet on the sand.

In the form of infants,

of humans, animals, birds or pets.

 

With the invisible & infectious wings,

of innocence & finding happiness in every little things.

With every invisible flaps,

sprinkling the spark of joy on earth.

 

Dont know where the invisible wing disappears,

with the departure of angel's soul,

when the infants are adult,

& they needed it the most.

 

However they borrowed the sprinkling spark of joy,

From the angels who are still infant,

Cherishing the blessings of almighty,

in the journey called life.

 

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