Auburn Angel ... Galina Chuvilyaeva

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Auburn Angel ... Galina Chuvilyaeva

Previously, he was a post - Angel flying over the city



And not black, not white ... On the roof
Something whispers in the dark angel of red.
Make words to poultry flocks
And farewell circled, fly away ...

The city sleeps. The moon laughs through the clouds:
"It's hard to be probably unlucky!"
Wind, like oshalev, beats its wings.
Angel cries of grief, helplessness.

Barrier from heaven ryzhekryly.
White Angels reproach weary.
Ginger always unlucky, I know from childhood.
Sneak up and sit with him in the neighborhood ...

Shut up, words can hardly help.
Angel Whispers in the silence: "Dear God,
I'm tired of being different wings hurt! "
Angel whispers softly: "All ... all pretty ..."

And God sighed with a smile: "Hey, on the roof!
And you know, I'm very bright red.
And freckles on her cheeks and wrist.
Wipe your tears, red be - this is happiness! "