From home of my own sentiments
A day came to tell a tale
Over the sky and of the crowd free
It came like a mango fall from the tree
A T-road of that day railings
Some crawl radiated on the run unto me
All the way to my office routes
And came to accomplish the day
Just at the verge of turning
And my thoughts stopped
If angels were meant like this
Flipping a speed, stopped inside souls
It dropped a run, o’ the angel ran
Into my caged standstill hug
And smiled to the sun in my arms
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, sometimes we need someone to show that gives they care.