You don't look like an angel at all...
But there's one thing I'll never forget:
Wings - so tired and torn -
That's how human was born,
Humain's born - but the Angel is dead.
And you've learned about being betrayed...
And you felt how pine-trees can smell,
You were now alive - and afraid,
Having lost both Heaven and Hell.
So we’ve crossed our fingers for luck,
Leaving all our treasures behind.
We were born. We were suddently struck
By the Beauty that Earth couldn't hide.
You don t look like an angel at all...
© Copyright: Олеандро Ник, 2006
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