Michael Willson Poems

Every known man have seen blood,
Every single dropp will become a mud.
No such song has be singed,
No one's God have been bleed.
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Take a breath in a night dream,
See how Angel is a king of night,
O, yes, without stoping, whit colours of the moonlight,
Which easy touch endless fields.
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Your face on the sky,
Air is nice like your beautifull touch.
I have full circle of love,
Who I’m ready to share with you.
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When a light is changed to night,
To night, so dark and delight, that
Silent kills every day, on her way,
And dark kills every sound of fallen tears.
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Smells of nights,
Souls on freedom.
Looks are strange,
Then stars are bigger.
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Welcome again, In to this crazy world.
Where no one know, Where he should go.

Welcome in rain,
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