Once, I don't remember when,
I saw a beautiful picture.
I just understood then,
It was a wonderful creature.
Wings and hair was white,
Arms and heart was opened,
It spread a brilliant light…
And from this dream I was woken.
I tried to find everywhere
Something, which was in common.
But I failed anyway.
I had no strength to go on.
I hope will be such a day
And I will meet my sweet dreams.
Though not tomorrow, today,
Very soon, for me seams.
Angel
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