The angel cries.
Her last goodbye.
From her seat in the sky.
She spreads her wings and flies.
The bells they ring.
Another angel gets her wings.
And the heavens sing.
Cuz a little girl has got her dream.
A mother dies.
Her child cries.
A soul that rises to the sky.
And the child knows this isnt goodbye.
this is the moment i waited so long... to an angel that flies.... it seems floated in the sky when as you say that angel flies for, every time we heared about angel we remember that they lived in the heaven.....as they fly our dream of reality also fly...your such a wonderful angel to us.. thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fine reflection! Nicely penned 10+++