The night was over. Ivan Grud, Paperback

The night was over. Ivan Grud, Paperback

The night was over

The night was over is a collection of poetry written by the hand of Ivan Grud Ivan Grud, the writer who is not ashamed to name the things by name. Clearly and non smooth language is what he uses. A must for anyone who likes the realistic Poetry. Night Love The night was over yet I did not want to awake could not throw off the death mask to lovingly start the death dance with tears on my tearstained pillow Dancing in the depths of your eyes still believing in the love I see I am overcome with moving happiness and again pull myself down from the chilly mountain afraid to break the spell The night was over yet I did not want to awake. Copyright: Ivan Grud

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The night was over - Ivan Grud

The night was over is a collection of poetry written by the hand of Ivan GrudIvan Grud, the writer who is not ashamed to name the things by name.Clearly and non smooth language is what he uses.A must for anyone who likes the realistic Poetry.Night LoveThe night was overyet I did not want to awakecould not throw off the death maskto lovingly start the death dancewith tears on my tearstained pillowDancing in the depths of your eyesstill believing in the love I seeI am overcome with moving happinessand again pull myself down from the chilly mountainafraid to break the spellThe night was overyet I did not want to awake.Copyright: Ivan Grud

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The night was over

Poetry in all facets of live, realistic and<br />clearly.<br />Ivan Grud, the writer <br />who is not ashamed to name the things by name.<br />55 pages full coulor and inllustrated<br /><br /><br />The night was over <br />is a collection of poetry written by the hand of Ivan Grud<br />Ivan Grud, the writer who is not ashamed to name the things by name.<br />Clearly and non smooth language is what he uses.<br />A must for anyone who likes the realistic Poetry.<br />Night Love<br />The night was over<br />yet I did not want to awake<br />could not throw off the death mask<br />to lovingly start the death dance<br />with tears on my tearstained pillow<br />Dancing in the depths of your eyes<br />still believing in the love I see<br />I am overcome with moving happiness<br />and again pull myself down from the chilly mountain<br />afraid to break the spell<br />The night was over<br />yet I did not want to awake.<br />Copyright: Ivan Grud<br />

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