Mornings EchosA Poem by Resa
Last night I dreamt that I was once again a child.
Running barefoot across green blades of grass. Carelessly swaying in the breeze, Like a giant sunflower, Free and wild. From this heavenly state, I struggled not to wake. Nights shadows, disappeared into the light. Like a thief, my lovely dream , did Mornings echos take. © 2018 Resa |
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