FALLEN ANGELS

There's no way to think of you without expecting,

Or rather, I wanna say, to hope from you,

The secrets of life, which are petrified inside your soul.

Don't stop singing in your sacred way

As you were almost touching my face.

The sky holds balloons like a mother, your baby.

So many times they are very far

Like babies that think they are independent.

Within books you find out many letters in pages,

As they were prisoners living because of the people,

So that each day they read those pages

And for this reason, souls keep alive.

The secrets of life are taught

To anyone who wants to absorb

The very way to live the life...

Sometimes dragons appeared in the sky

With pages of poetries, trying to catch free souls.

Angels did fight against Dragons dividing souls into tears.

They did fall like fallen angels by transforming in verses.

And here we could feel each one

So that we wrote confusing ideas

In a way just some men can read and understand.