To you, distant angel, I write these verses.
To you, distant angel, I will recite my poems.
Sometimes I believe we both belong to one life.
Many nights I dreamt we two shared a dream.
But now I suppose that you’re a distant angel.
Many moments we shared in rich happiness.
Much time we enjoyed in pure togetherness.
But now I see that you’re just a distant angel.
I hoped I would kiss your very fragrant flesh.
But now I see your soul dancing with the wind.
Allow me to dance with your tempted soul!
Give me a second to touch you tender mind!
Should I take your soul away from the wind?
Will your flesh stand any torture of the world?
Should my lips keep calling you "distant angel"?
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