Treasure Island

Vien Tran


Angel and Devil


One day, Angel came to Evil
As his duty assigned by Lord Angel
Didn’t care there was danger
He agreed to take task calmly
One day, Angel came to Evil
To teach her, what is love?
What’s called caring?
As his task assigned by God
To change Evil into a better one
And one day, Angel came to Evil
Asking did she ever have tears?
same moment Evil knew that it is love
Meantime they needed to stay away
Evil – Angel… Can’t exist together
the thing called love
Even it’s a purest one…
Even it’s that much beautiful
Still away… called out by destiny!

Submitted: Sunday, November 24, 2013
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it was written for an angel of my life!

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  • Gajanan Mishra (11/24/2013 4:49:00 AM)

    What is destiny? good write. thanks. I like it.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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