poetry - Angel morning

The sun is always assured us
that for every night of the pitch and length of
definitely keep the flame light at the end
The bright side is different from one time to another time.
But there is the same sense of gratitude, is the warmth
such as hand grip on my fingers slit
longing link in the bar chest.

Drizzle sometimes come
but it will beautify the flower fields
when kugunting rainbow for your hair ribbons
make the angel can not come down to earth.
You're the beautiful scenery
your smile florets were recorded perpetual morning.

In wound hair, kissed fragrant jasmine
kusibak strand each time, I find your face
spoiled whisper in the wind. I am the angel.

Cipt: Huda M Elmatsani