I once saw an angel
whose ghostly aura i won't forgive or can forget
i tried gazing at her beauty of Japanese trait
her 5 feet built though small was pretty angelica and translucent
she came out of nothing maybe, from an era was once, once..
nothing in this world would contain, my thought, the sight of her
her beautiful presence in a place least expected
a ghostly angel being misplaced
I took that glance that was never returned and fled
While she, still facing the mirror, maybe, admiring her own beauty
thrown me into a daze
Daringly i ran, not to turn back or be captured again by her ghostly gaze.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem