Walking Angel

Angel walks silentlyHe dreams of snowland and forgotten talesHe walks slowlyThrough his memory Closing his eyes he saw wide fieldChildhood memories running freeGhosts from his past turns into shadowsFears are lost in dark worlds Birds flying highNightingale sings a lullabyMidnight grace embraced his heartWalking alone, composing his songsAbout storytime and river ghostsOf nightingale still lockedAngelContinue reading “Walking Angel”

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