In the garden of
Banished angels,
I saw many flowers,
Smiling,
Laughing,
Guffawing
Banished angels,
I saw many flowers,
Smiling,
Laughing,
Guffawing
Passing by,
I felt tempted
To touch them
For a while,
But withdrew
I felt tempted
To touch them
For a while,
But withdrew
I had heard
They were
Made of fire,
And I didn’t want
To burn my fingers
In a fit of
Careless fun
They were
Made of fire,
And I didn’t want
To burn my fingers
In a fit of
Careless fun