When Tommy returns into his home,
And amber Sun rises over the trees,
And God can stop the thunderstorm,
The Angel in the blue skies sees:
The pink sunrising, wind so light
To which you let your face been blown;
You stand with hands raised for the flight,
As if the Paradise completely shown.
You understand: the life consists
Of everything but not the fears...
The Angel desperately tighten his wrists
And from his big sad eyes fall two great tears.
16.11.98. Ночь
The Angel
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