An angel with clear of the moon, goes down on ground.
These days its told, it is during the this night that it will die.
Lengthened in grass at the edge of a lake, it looks at full moon.
Like a last wish, the moon comforted it.
It made leave her son king of the lake for a last dance.
All the night it danced without stopping with this beautiful unknown.
All the night it sang without stopping with this beautiful unknown.
I liked it had not seen whether pretty little face.
In the last “I love you” the sun appeared to replace her sister the moon.
Are gently left the king of the lake left again in his residence.
Only, it fell has knees to shout “I want to live!”
Gently the feathers of its pair of wing of angel disappears in the wind.
Feather by feather, heart by heart.
When it did not have any more a feather it fell to be raised never again.
As if it cried, the sky made fall a rain from drops brilliant.
Gently it disappeared in keep at the head the dance of Angel Moon Light.
Thus, in each full moon, an angel dies after a dance at the edge of the lake.
These days its told, it is during the this night that it will die.
Lengthened in grass at the edge of a lake, it looks at full moon.
Like a last wish, the moon comforted it.
It made leave her son king of the lake for a last dance.
All the night it danced without stopping with this beautiful unknown.
All the night it sang without stopping with this beautiful unknown.
I liked it had not seen whether pretty little face.
In the last “I love you” the sun appeared to replace her sister the moon.
Are gently left the king of the lake left again in his residence.
Only, it fell has knees to shout “I want to live!”
Gently the feathers of its pair of wing of angel disappears in the wind.
Feather by feather, heart by heart.
When it did not have any more a feather it fell to be raised never again.
As if it cried, the sky made fall a rain from drops brilliant.
Gently it disappeared in keep at the head the dance of Angel Moon Light.
Thus, in each full moon, an angel dies after a dance at the edge of the lake.
Je veus vous dire que mes poèmes sont divisés en plusieurs parti : par moment je reli et quand je trouve que mon style change je le met une séparation. Il n'y a que deux saisons pour ce moment
