Poetry of angels

Angel without wings

His tenderness stunned me. . .
Seeing the moon's beauty,
Just like seeing the beauty of his face.
It's so strong he's got this. . .
Faced with its real existence.
Feel her suffering alone.
And measure the suffering of the above dream . . .
Though he is only an Angel without wings,
But the tenderness of his heart makes me feel like .....
Being above the clouds