I picture

Afterglow limped

from under the night.

Already arrived in a new message

space from the window,

is sung by a heavenly

nightingale.

It's pride, the great troll

cave,

did not agree to its beauty

to hear.

He closed his ears,

loved darkness more.

Leprechaun law,

was doomed to darkness

love.

I fairies family

I guess I was born into the world.

I opened the window,

which belongs to the song of the nightingale.

The sensor of the world,

I grabbed firmly

the wrong door.

What happens inside the art,

tomorrow is the beginning of

pain, as well as a beautiful creation.

Juice served to me ice lollies,

cumulus cloud over the sky.

Where is the place of rest,

and say a gift from God,

or Satan.

I was Molla moonlight,

Cinnamon girl or a blender,

not writing this gift

can deprive me off.

It works, heat and cold.