An angel sleeping, beautiful
We'd love to linger and stare
But we know she awakes as the Devil
And we do not dare to be there
To face what we know we have coming
So we tiptoe away and we hide
Hoping that she will forget
That what we give is what we get.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well expressed concept of karma - you may like to read mine with the same title.