'But [you're] wiser, but less infirm than man, because you didn't think your frail births immortal creations by fate or by yourself'
Giacomo Leopardi
Angel:
I'm hearing. Just think:
All day I must announce
At night I mayn't sleep, either.
Nat:
I won't disturb. People need friends.
Angel:
I feel so strange here.
There's nobody in this desert,
You and me seem out of the time.
Nat:
So time is worth also for you.
Also you, Angels, hold it in high esteem:
At the appointed time you'll play the trumpets.
(Pause. A female voice sings: 'Give me just a plot of, / not a lot of land..'
To be continued
There's nobody in this desert, You and me seem out of the time. Rachel Ann Butler
Riveting write....Ephemeral voices that whisper in the stillness.... I will be back....
my mind begins to wander... in search of what's beyond it begins to yonder!
Ammmazing! waiting to see what is next.....fine.............10
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Also you, Angels, hold it in high esteem: At the appointed time you'll play the trumpets Stunning lines.... Interesting thoughts...leaving the mind to wonder what is next