ANGEL
i see her
walking in the
falling snow
barefoot
her cloths all white
her hair so blond
it only gives traces
laying against
the cloths
she walks towards
me in all her white
glory, beautiful
in that untouchable
way
she tells me
to stay still
to listen to her
to understand her words
and she tells me
why im here
why im important
she is my
angel
in life,
in death,
in dreams.
