Apoem Of Innocence.
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Dr. Antony Theodore
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Graceful are the angels.
In their flight of love
they spread light and grace.
Love is my wing.
I become an angel without wings
when I spread the aura of love.
When the angel leaps,
when the child smiles,
when my mum caresses me
it is heaven on earth.
Angels live in the heavens.
Angels live on the earth.
They call me on a heavenly ride
on the winged chariot of love.
(Graphic: The Ministry of Angels and the Spirit of Truth |
Lightened by His Glory
chariots of fire angels spirits)
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