Angel walks silently
He dreams of snowland and forgotten tales
He walks slowly
Through his memory
He dreams of snowland and forgotten tales
He walks slowly
Through his memory
Closing his eyes he saw wide field
Childhood memories running free
Ghosts from his past turns into shadows
Fears are lost in dark worlds
Birds flying high
Nightingale sings a lullaby
Midnight grace embraced his heart
Walking alone, composing his songs
About storytime and river ghosts
Of nightingale still locked
Angel walks white snow in my heart so lost
Angel walking alone
Pale white winter snow
In my heart made of stone
Lost in lovelorn’s frost
Linlin's Poetry 