A lullaby

The day is almost over...
The mouse quietly sleeps,
The wind is gently blowing...
The curtains face the breeze;
The pillows on beds and plaids
Invite to join the night;
The peaceful thoughts without debates are
Invading our mind:)
Good night without wars and fears,
Good night to all of us!
The morning ray, as usual, clears
The things, that we discuss:)))!
The light from lamps on sides of beds
play with the scary shades...
Please, sleep, they will be cut
To shreds by Crescent's 
golden blades:)!


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