Are there any poems about angels?

I have always believed that all angels' wings are decorated with shining hope, hoping that they will make a crisp sound when they collide in the wind. How I think, maybe the next wish will let the angel fly with it and bathe in the holy sunshine. There should always be an angel who listens to me and will collect the brightest stars for me. But the stars are too scared. They hide behind the clouds. Only my wish shines immortal in the dark. I hung my dream on your shoulder, and since then they have found their hometown. In my dream, the world is no longer wandering, full of fragrance when the ideal is in full bloom.