AN ANGEL FROM SKY
I walk towarse to her on the street
I look in your eyes and I can hear my heartbeat
she is precious,kind and simply sweet.
Her voice is a sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes
perhaps my desire is to converse with her and that has not price
my mind burns but she makes me still and chill like an ice.
The nightt is hot and there are too much crooks in the bars
we sit down somewhere in the winds and count the stars
her lips are soft and red like the Mars.