She seemed to be visible in the shadows
Only because of the glow of her beauty.
She had the appearance of a fugitive angel.
She whispered: my hands are full of feathers.
I tore them in the years of pain.
Even my soul is pedestrian.
She seemed to be visible in the shadows
Only because of the glow of her beauty.
She had the appearance of a fugitive angel.
She whispered: my hands are full of feathers.
I tore them in the years of pain.
Even my soul is pedestrian.