Angel in Tibet
She stands alone on mountain peaks,Where silence speaks and the cold wind leaks.A halo lost in snow and mist,An angel’s wings, too pale to resist.
The air is thin, the prayers are long,But she remains, a haunting song.Her eyes, a storm, a sea of grief,Her touch, a blessing turned to brief.
She’s sent to heal, to lift the soul,But in her heart, she feels the toll.Tibet’s winds carry ancient cries,Echoing through her shattered skies.
Her wings are dust, her voice is clear,Yet shadows linger, feeding fear.For angels bleed, they feel the weight,And in their grace, they cannot escape fate.
She’s beautiful, but broken too,An angel lost, with no home to view.In Tibet’s mountains, high and wide,She searches for peace she can never find.