Four leaves fallen...

Four leaves fallen near my feet.

In the first leaf,

an angel

(smaller than my minimum finger)

with a broken trumpet

announced me pain.

In the second, an angel

with a dirty and rot tunic

frightens me agony.

In the third, an angel,

empty eyes,

talks and talks

about an endless doubt.

In the last leaf, a divine angel

gave me only a shy smile

and a promised

of fleeting happiness

every other time.

The sunshine ends in the dark park.

And the leaves disappear into the cold darkness.