Monday, July 24, 2017

Luck

Luck

                                           


                                                               Luck to shine
Morning with nine
Peace of respect
Healthy and perfect
It’s a sweet game
Keep run as same
Must be own judge
And give you a huge
Light of pathway
Something you want to say
God of east
Present at least
Moon of plan
Sun of fan
Struggle of bright
Almost me right
Keep happy not alone
Now I am gone, I am gone
A poem writen by me
“A Alla”





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