Angel flies away

I look at the branch, and fantasy plays,
Move … even though there is no wind.
Or maybe … it’s an Angel flying away?
From those people in whom there is no Faith.

No Faith, that tomorrow will be better,
After all, you yourself do not want to change the world.
But he does not wait … and flies away again …
To return to us in Faith again.

From those people … that their doubts torment,
That life is one, to live somehow.
And from people who themselves stifle with malice,
Around him creating a desert darkness.

Oh, something dripped … but the Angels hear,
Washed with a tear … although there is no rain,
Fantasy or not…. but I BELIEVE.
Let everyone shout that this is complete nonsense.

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