If Angel's would walk and devils could fly, maybe they'd come together, meet one another in the sky. Mabey through poems and sonnets they'd sort their differences. The ones who fell would retell how it felt to crash while the ones who didn't, would listen. Their sweet melodies would flow through the trees, touching every corner of earth. Causing Evil and good to blend, in a divine song, like it should.
In whispers of wind, their tales would unite,The angels would speak of ethereal light,While devils might echo with laughter and fire,Finding in contrast a common desire.
Hand in hand through the clouds, they’d soar high,Each sharing their stories beneath a vast sky.The rhythm of heartbeats, both gentle and fierce,Would weave a tapestry that none could pierce. The shadows and lumens would dance and entwine,Creating a harmony both simple and divine.For in every struggle, in each tear we weep,Lies the path to understanding, our souls to keep.
So let us embrace, in our flaws and our grace,
The beauty of differences that time can’t erase.For in this grand symphony of life intertwined,We’ll find love’s sweet essence, in every heart combined.