![]() Counting SheepA Poem by Dina
Healing dreams
Finer things.. extended to those who dream.. Anxiety, towards society Lose it through your piety What a dreamless night Stuck counting the stars again Searching for the what's gone, oh man I can't keep this up. What a losing fight working towards the promise land crossing fingers. fighting men won't you give it up? © 2017 Dina |
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Added on November 4, 2017 Last Updated on November 4, 2017 |