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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