The wind that blows tonight, whispers like a ghost <br />Slipping through the fissures of the window <br />Fondling the skin of pagans that sleep sheltered by angels <br />Watching over their beauty, angels of death <br /> <br />Days and nights, time can only pass by <br />Roses grow in the desert, love goes for a present <br />Her eyes are shining like sun in the dusk <br />She puts a cold smile, bent with blood on the edge<br /><br />Alexander Foald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beautiful-pagan/
