Beautiful Soul. Poem by tyrone allen

A dying angel, bleeds to death, On the corner of broad way, while the rich man slept.

The man dreams of a forest in which he is lost.

The angel get sick, but has no money. So she gets nothing at all.

Her mother got murdered while her father left to find his wealth. But forgot the

real treasure and that is his daughter who he is missing.

Years and years past by. The man got richer.

While the young girl die, holding her parents picture.

Life will shed tears and there will still be her sign. Saying 'one dollar, can you spare.'

The man walk pass the same corner and did not even notice.

The little angel who bloom like a lotus.

So cheap he could not even spare a quarter.

But now so sad. He will never get to see his daughter.