Photo by Susan K. Hagen–shagen@bsc.edu
The Angel Sun
(Granddaughter once said
sun must be an angel)
This morning
from my window view
you look different,
like a little girl
hiding something
she had done wrong.
Oh, I know.
You shined on the devil
with red hand
under the dark wings,
your warmth of pureness
touching it
as you do
on the children shivering
on the rubbles of the war.
You wished you drowned in
the lake but you let your shadow did,
for you must rise again,
like all the saints do.
©Byung A. Fallgren
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Byung A. Fallgren 
Heartbreakingly beautiful.
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Poesia pura… grazie per questi bellissimi versi!
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I’m sorry I don’t know Italian; I would appreciate it if you would translate this, so I learn to speak this as well. : )
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Thank you so much.
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Great poem… thank you for your beautiful lines 😊
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Many thanks, Giovanni. I’ve learned a few words of Italian now; hope my pronunciation is correct though.
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The words of the poem are incredibly beautiful!!!
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Thank you for the kind word.
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Beautiful …
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Thank you.
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