The winter white angel plays in the sky
At the gate of heaven where snow never feels cold
She walks and run between the waves of dancing clouds
The star's light also never let her fly in the dark
Guide every step so she doesn't fall
The song of the wind comes greeting with a gift
For little angels with the most beautiful hearts
She open the gift and reading imagination
To see another side of life named, human
She releases the wings and walk among the crowd
Feel the warmth of human breathing around
She smiles looking at thousands of facial lines
She ran and laughed among the children
Like no burden to think about the future
She stopped at a foreign house with plenty of space
She looks at a mother's love for her child
Seeing brother's affection for his sister
Amazed to see father's struggle for his family
She stepped into another house glowing black
Loud noise accompanied by broken glass
Seen a woman sitting in the corner of the room
Closed her face which was wet with tears
And a little boy tries to comfort her
The sound of anger continued to be heard
Crying and she keeps asking where life justice is
A weary soul that stands at the lowest point of life
Desperate and doubt whether her prayer is still heard
The time round brings angels into a high building
Staring at serious faces in busyness
The word sounded short like a boss's order
A minimalist smile pictured on the face towards depression
Happiness that is far hidden behind neat clothes
But they still stand between dreams and promises
Measure time with their freedom as human beings
Inviting drama and imagery with a plate of lies
Whether going to the top, must go through betrayal?
Behind the hospital wall she heard a million prayers
A million hopes for good, one more day
In the school yard she saw a thousand dreams
Future expectations will give them opportunities
Street children looked at her in sadness
Try to find a way home to get an angel's love
The old couple in the garden looked at her lovingly
Send a message that eternal love still exists
In a sacred place no one can see
The little angel walked over the beach
Among people who denial her existence
City life gave birth to her independent
In the countryside she knew togetherness
Difficult days often bring miracles
Loneliness brings strength to reality
She smiled at the life she had never felt
The last moment is getting closer to the finish line
To back home with a red line of questions
What are angel readings?
About the Creator
E. NATASHA
I'm writer/author/ghost writer based in Bali, Indonesia. I love traveling, diving, mountains & photography. My principle,"Life is not just for breathing!" My email : [email protected] , happy to share :)
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