They are good angels.
They are butterflies the eternal nymphs of the rivers
They are birds.
They write in books and in the newspaper
He reads my poetry
She reads the book and the newspaper.
You are eternal angels my poems
We love poetry
I need to be a poetry
I need to be the flowers.
I need to be the butterflies and the dew near the river
They are angels they like the flowers they like the stars of the night and the moon
He is my guardian angel.
Where is my guardian angel?
I need to write a poetry
see you later, my angel, until my moonlight night.
Sorry if no stars today.
Sorry, no moonlight today.
You are angels and birds.
You drink the water of the flowers the dew