If I was an angel
With time and fabric I would spin
But the Halo I shall lack
Beautiful as a wiliting rose
So I inject thoughts into my mind each day
With only kin of clouds
and how I want to capture it
put it into a bottle
and leave it to dust over
Ps. I'm on my way there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nothing like things that are aged.