A Small Child
The fifteenth of June
The happiness was playing in the darkness flat
I felt three time the danger, time was evening
While the child is waiting the goodness angel
White beauty parked front rosery
I got noticed suddenly my unusual
I would fly like butterfly
Cause I was very happy
Then I have to go home
Ox wrote the amulet
*Dedicated to nephew of my dominant bloom
poem by Gurdag Basil H
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