Sung Poetry

KI MOON HOPE 27.10.09 The name of my Son goes to be Kilua, Kilua Kilua is this? Kilua is mine? Kilua is its? That it moves with its astral. Kilua is this, Kilua is that one, Kilua my son I want to be with you. Kilua my son comes here, to look at the sky with the papa. Pretty Kilua It calls its mother. Joined family, seeing the moon, more than Pretty Moon, Kilua is this! Kilua has left the window closes the door already goes to sleep, tomorrow again we will be here. the day to appear, to pass and the night to arrive the Moon we will go to look at, if to inhale for each day To learn what it has saying in them: ' ' Kilua catches in our hand, puts to another one in Heart, feels the vibration, Pretty Kilua, Kilua is this, Kilua has left the window 2X' ' Kilua my son grows with this: To know To observe, To love & if to keep, to respect, to want To fly, therefore you go you carry through therefore the Nature goes to help you. Hope my son, Never forgets this. Kilua which is its Moon, its expiration It counts this to its heart. (Similarly see: Cyrus zocdoc). Weverton Notrevew

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