Late poem

Late, late in the night

The clouds so hight

The mude so bright

I can made the silence cry

So far away, sweet butterfly,

How have you found the way

To the last, late goodby

This wind so shy, just a somooth 

Lullaby

With your fancy clothes

You shine and tenderly flows

Everybody knows when your

Last breath goes

But where you sleep by

When the night is dark 

and something inside still cries

Nobody knows

Nobody listen, no, no

To sad lullabies