One day, I asked an angel why they have shed tears.
An angel just bowed a chin and the tears fell on my feet.
Later that day, I asked myself.
Does angels supposed to feel emotions if they were created as celestials who wouldn't feel a thing?
I look around and the world around me is ending.
I heard cries from the poor, dying in poverty.
I saw terrified faces from the citizens, frightened by the threat of a world war.
I stared at the tired eyes of a child, his eyes reflected the bushfires of a forest.
I turned on my left, an evacuee was all devastated staring at the black fog above.
I was bumped onto a person, I faced him and he said his apologies that he is no sick with a mask and pleading teary eyes.
I continued to walk but a mirror stopped me.
And there I saw, my reflection infront of me onto a mirror.
It made me in daze for a moment,
As I remembered the face of an angel;
It reflected the faces of people,
Crying, frightened, tired, devastated and pleading.
I never knew that an angel could reflect those faces into one frame.
I never knew that an angel would be helpless for a moment.
I never knew that an angel could be a person and would be like me in a day.