Suave Poem by Aldo Kraas

Suave



The angels are whispering
So suave into my ears
Bright and early in the morning
And I don't mind at all
As long as they talk quietly
And suave
So it doesn't disturb me
While I am still sleeping
That is all I am asking from them

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Aldo Kraas

Aldo Kraas

Sao Paulo Brazil
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