Midnight!
Open the door, my friend!
I know you are not used to it,
but there is an angel with me,
you might be interested to know.
He doesn't need you to open
to enter, but, angelic, he decided
to follow our mortal customs:
he knocks at the door through me.
He also has a good bottle of rye
to share between all of us.
You don't drink, but he does.
He sings too; heavenly songs!
His eyes are depth and he knows
some good jokes. He heals hearts,
dances as well, smiling raptured .
Come on, my friend, open the door!
Angels don't stay around long,
and it's freezing out here.
et un americano bien secoué!
ReplyDeleteBien secoue, indeed!
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