The old barnA Poem by SleeplessVolcanoWe all need to dream sometimeI found an old barn I want to turn into a home The broom looks a bit bewitched But so do I If your book of spells Allow for pajama weekends Marshmallow barbecues And midnight snacks on the moonlit lake Then leave a note for me Under the smooth white stone Under the old willow tree I’ll get back to you After I have cleared the attic Of all those wishful cobwebs. © 2016 SleeplessVolcanoReviews
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Added on June 25, 2016Last Updated on June 25, 2016 AuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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