Slawka G. Scarso

Short stories, poems and the odd travel note // Racconti, poesie, e qualche appunto di viaggio

Con o senza rima, English please

That I’d be your guardian angel

That I'd be your guardian angelIf there is no place nor time for the two of us
In this life, on this mud tasting earth
Let the Skies agree that I’d be your guardian angel,
In a world free from all that’s tangible.

Then I will not need to hold you
To let you feel my embrace
I will not need to touch you,
To let you rest your cheek on the palm of my hand,
But I will guard every moment of your life
Enter your heart and be that part of you
That I’m not allowed to be now.

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