Gianni Pintus

Rookie (28 January 1967 / Olbia, Italy, (Island of Sardinia))

Infinite Angels Space - Poem by Gianni Pintus

Celestial music,
white clouds,
sound calm,
nothing loud,
Angel with a blue eyes,
angels playing harps,
God is listening it,
every night.
Who plays the piano,
who plays the violin,
who only sing,
the might hyms.
Angels are so kind,
angels are so bright,
they are so cute,
they are so good.
they always show,
good will they always got.
This immense thick cloud.
is like an infinite garden,
you can see angels play,
you can se they are happy,
every day.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 22, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 22, 2008

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