an angel is my neighbor
he guards human dreams
that is why he gets home late
i hear the quiet steps on the stairs
and the rustle
of the folded wings
in the morning he stands in my door
your window again
into the night
This Party Event is held by Cielo at House in the Roses - drop by :)
Poem by Halina Poswiatowska, Polish, d. 11 oct 1967.
translation by Marek Lugowski, firstname.lastname@example.org
Window by: Ewa, right in the afternoon sun....