April 30 2017

Poetry is here

You wanted some poetry here

And it now appear

So you can enjoy

Your night and your toy

So full of Light

You forget how to fight

You don’t want to resist

You just want to exist

But the end is now near

This Joy Story is clear

The time now has come

To go to bed Son.

By Angel Veselinov.

P.S.

Goodnight… You all. Peace. Love. Happiness. Joy. Poetry is here Enjoy!

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