Mob gathered at St.Peter's Cathedral.
It's Mrs.Elizabeth's funeral.
Little clouds bursted with sorrowful mourning.
Loved ones paved their last words.
My turn came.
I got a new story.
A story of an angel.
Each night on my window side i sees an angel.
She had a beautiful violin.
For me,she used to plays beautiful beats.
I never heard such beautiful pieces of works.
When i looks into her eyes i feels a pain.
A most difficult pain it's beyond words.
On a X'mas eve,i stitched a white gown for her.
The whole night i waited for her.
But she didn't came.
The next day morning i founded a broken piece of violin.
Without any word,My little angel flyed into heaven.