An Angel

On the way of my returning home from work I have seen an angel on the side ways of the road In the hours when the sun does not go to set And the moon does not wake up from her sleep What a scene it was like a wonderful dream From the masses she appears with a smile Eclipsing all the tiredness and the lethargy Of the day that I got imprinted on my face Her smile was like an overflowing cascade Falls and drops around some pearls and gems Upon the lands where hearts are being shattered From pressure and weights of life's undue burden Surely they are the lakes shining in her two eyes With water still, calm and peace as she knows not Worries, nor knows she any lie's sadness and grief As she is a fairy, a fairy angel only of five or six Her face is a face that symbolizes only pure and holy Innocence is written on her body as we get tattoos Yet very few have eyes to see and read them out But mine I find so keen to fallow and so keen to trail