Who Stole Whole Angels In This Garden? Poem by Edmond Rand

In this amazing morning, on my weird garden
Million of flowers of my age
Same generation, same image
But this one, with weird leaves, hide anything?
Speaks without mouth opening
And my melody of poem is yet starting
It's vowel, upon my grand father's hands sleeping
It's beat, sing and dance in the unknown world
It's singer.o! my grand mother of paragraph,
Willing to play an instrument but
Our mother of phrases is yet learning one properly
Movement of pronunciation..

A! Welcome you mother of my heart children.
Whether grew from other roots or really analphabetic?
Perhaps my nonsense poetic..

And suddenly, whole creatures are gone
Except fear, my baby heart flame.
Her prisoner smile's desire, my invisible honey
Exhausted of it's crazy desire
Her recently lost poem of love,
Winner peace dwelling in the dream
Two lost kites look for each other in the sky
Of green love, two hide stars pinch each other with
Sweetness of kiss, urges destroy each other in the hide room of stillness
Two candy choose to swimm in the water of coffee
Corrects alphabets suppose themselves to be nonsense
In the ready phrase
.
O! I'll miss you garden of secrets
Please, respond me tomorrow morning
Who stole whole angel in this garden.


Edmond rand