OK I don’t dri…


OK I don’t drink coffee


First entry ever

The moon is like a docile sheep
It wonder while all people sleep
Sometimes when it goes astays
It wonders all alone be day
Up in the crisp blue morning air
You are surprised to see it there
Grazing in its wooly white
Awaiting the return of night
When dusk lets down the meadow bars
It greets again its lambs the stars