Wandering Angel Poem by Gexg Lalnuna

The wind blows under heaven's cloud
A soft smooth wind
That can rewind memories
The kind you longed for
On a warm sunny days
The kind of wind you felt
Its presence when it is absent
Sometimes I hear them murmuring
They speak to me in quiet
Sometimes they tell me stories
Of people I don't know exist but familiar
A sweet woman's voice is all I hear
A familiar tone it is to my ear
And a waning memories to my mind.
She belongs to the shadow
I named her 'Wandering Angel'.