Angel
Poem about Trunks from Gohan’s POV.
The rushing of wings breaks through the silence…
Waterdrops bedew my face…
The wind tousles my hair…
The angel opens his wings…
And saves me from the cold drops,
Which fall on me…
I stretch out my hand and try to touch him…
But he smiles at me… and vanishes…
Only one thing is left behind- a feather in my hand,
That makes it possible for me to imagine your real shape.
I sink in the darkness
And search for a spark of light and hope,
That makes me live again.