My Angels
Throwing each other a cloud,
Risking to fall down from the sky,
Two Angels argue
up to a faint, up to a hoarseness
Who where from them was, where was not.
In the largest megacities,
In deserts, above oceans,
On Southern and Northern poles
They flew in secret ways.
You, Angels, everywhere have visited,
You so are pleased with yourselves!
But why you have forgotten me?
Copyright © Dina Televitskaya | Year Posted 2007
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