I walked home last night
as the dark clouds of night descended.
There above the horizon I saw
a cloud shaped like an angel
with its wings outstretched,
gliding serenely across the sky.
I had no way of knowing
which way the angel was going
only that before too long
she immersed within the other clouds
that stretched across the sky
and disappeared forever
in the heavens above.
18 July 2009
Very beautiful poem, but the clouds is the good artist (that is) - the sculptor also... and wait you for surprises from him.. / with smile/ 10.... Tsira
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A charming example of the phrase - beauty is in the eye of the beholder. May your angel always hover above you. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥