White Angel Poem by Deep Doloi

Middle of the night,
Fallen an angel,
Somewhere in cold fastlane..

And she goes to someone heart,
With a yellow
burning lantern.

She started to smoke,
From the burning lantern,
As the great german leaders,

And she draws somthing,
From the cigers ashes,
With her tiny little fingers

I saw it felt lik Someone
played the grand piano
from the whispering Wind.

Although she never loves me,
She is the angel, The white angel,
Who always on my mind.