Angel In the Sky

An angel was elated soared above the ground. On a stifling populated city he looked down. Weightless in a blue sky through a cloud he hustled. On the southern side knew well people’s bustle. The image was dispersing straight before my eyes. By the air was urged on reducing to a dust. Presented in the bright Sun like a fairy-witch, affected like a clownish mug a windy maverick. Mischievous he seemed to his seamstress nature. To the past farewell he bid like a pliant snake. Waving with the curl to amazing flowers and he soon was turned into a range of mountains.