автор: yotovava

Full moon beyond the city.
Full roads of lighting cars.
Dropping tears, soggy glittered,
children eyes, children eyes.

These angels sleep and don`t awake them.
These tired wings that never flew.
This world more cynic than was last day,
why now is crying, pointing some?

Why toff proclaim a charity outside,
to whom it was directed now?
I`ve seen two angels in the night,
naked walked to paradise.

Don`t come back here, poor souls,
it`s wrong place, wrong time and a state.
Just let me live with this one hope
that you will go to lovely place.

A cosmic rain will wash your heads,
and creamy cloud enfold your smiles.
And when you reach the stars out there
will be someone to grieve your lives.