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GUARDIAN ANGEL
This night is wounderful.
The moon is shining brightly.
The gravejard seems so quiet,
but not to the ears that know
how to listen...
Ears or harts?,you may ask
yourselves...
Well both : HER bleeding hart
crying for me and
my ear listening its
miserable poem of
eternal love...
A picture of a girl is coming
across me...
She is crying..
"Why, oh why are you doing this to me?!"
-she asks looking at the sky.
And then suddenly bends HER head and
kisses my photo...
My cold photo,
sticked to the black grave with
dark ropes of death...
"I wanna go with you !"
-she screams loudly and starts
crying again,
still holding with HER divine
fingers my lifeless
photo...
Everytime I listen to HER voice
I wish I could just hold HER hand
and say :" don't worry ,I'll be with you
FOREVER!!"
...but I can't...
My soul is stuck here,
in the darkness of death,
waiting anxiously for the moment
when the light of HER hand will join
and lead me through the eternal life...
Till then I'll wait here and
take care of my "everything" ,
as if I was an angel...
HER guardian fallen angel...
V.t.b.m.
Post je objavljen 27.06.2008. u 15:57 sati.