Angels

They rest on clouds White as a mountain snow They walk along vast Golden slopes And heavenly gardens They do not pay attention to those Who do not look for any sign Or to the people who think That falling in love is timeless They avoid those who are vain and arrogant The day is stretching, widening But they seem indifferent While they are waiting to start shining Although a passing Light sometimes Hurts them Still, their serene Calm look is only delusion Because at any moment They can move And spread their light Or shadow on someone