Sleep upon the balcony of the moon
The blanket of the stars wrapped around you
Your pillow made from a cloud
As you sleep
As you dream
Be at peace
Be at one with Yourself and the universe
Be happy
Sweet dreams
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Peter Peter Pumpkin eater Had a wife until the reaper She did leave him fare the well When he farted that shit did smell
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