Tell me that you're not an angel
who comes once and then disappear
like the one with st.Mary
telling her she deserves to be happy.
Tell me that you're not an angel
so i can show to the world
that the feeling what i felt is real.
Tell me that you're not an angel
who is here just to take my soul.
Tell me that you are real
so i can see the warm smile
and pretend as if there is no distance
not even a single mile.
Tell me that you'll stay by my side
just for a little more while.
Tell me you're not here
just to show me the way
and then 'boom! ' goes away.
Tell me you're not here
just to do your job
impress me with your magic
and then fly up.
Just tell me that you ain't gonna blow
like the wind where i can not follow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is ironic(paradoxical) , this whole thing we call life...... and it is that that i saw in this poem; certainity - living in hte comfort of knowing something is here to stay is a yearning that all of us harbor inside us; thank you Berhan for putting it this wat.