Angels always have a
three minute break
so they can reflect on their dreams
It's a knowledge strategy for them
They are in the desert sands
They were around a poetic veil
Of sand
In moments the sun smiled at them
reflect on concepts and ideas presented so far
Paradise is here
And all the perfections of this world are here
He spoke in Dutch
He spoke in German
He spoke in Italian
He spoke in French
He spoke in English
He spoke in Spanish
He spoke in Polish
They played the piano
She spoke in German
She spoke in Italian
She spoke in French
She spoke in English
She spoke in Spanish
She spoke in Polish
They played the piano
this is how they dreamed
This way, they can gain time to process all the learning
To never forget what
if you have learned so far
The mysterious spectrum of the rainbow
The highest feelings in the world
Spanish literature
Italian literature
German literature
Polish literature
Russian literature
dutch literature
English literature
French literature
Music, dance, art, crafts, painting, theater, work
In a castle all the nymphs, fairies and witches
In your dresses, your blue socks
The birds in the carriage, their hats
It was all a magnificent dream world
Cold dew became water for plants in winter
In the first days of winter
In the first days of autumn
In the first days of spring
In the first days of summer
At the beginning of winter that year
The angels sang their poems to life
She is so perfect
They are so perfect in every way
They are angels
They are here
They look like angels
They are here
They are love and friendship
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