My Angel - Poem by Vanesa Rabic
For the first time when I was, sow my angel,
I knew that he was breath in a life into me.
For the first time when I was, touch my angel,
I knew that he was breath in a love into me.
My soul was became like wind free,
In addition, I was never hade a fear from death again.
For the first time when I was, kiss my angel, his pure heart
I was seduced like pure evil.
For the first time I was kill my angel, and from than I was cursed myself.
I was adopted eternal pain.
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