The moon is up,
The sun went to sleep.
The stars are shining,
It's time for counting sheep.
Your tiredness is winning,
And dreamland is calling,
Your eyelids are shutting,
And the wolf are howling.
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Here comes the moon
There goes the sun
Here comes the darkness
And dreams has begun
Here comes dawn
Sleep already won
Here comes morning
Rises the sun.
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Diary of a sad poet
PoetryThis book is a original diary which is entirely poems! Every poem tells a story of its own, Rising sadness and happiness, guilt, fear, regret, emotions find their way through my words. Every poem is original and made entirely by me. Your sad poet.
