lullabyA Poem by Periacfor a baby i don't have
dear precious morning thanks spring rain for coming
its now your time to be cold and insane oh twinkle twinkle held the child's eyes to the stars creep alittle when he prepares to dream but please cold deep dyed wind don't make him cry holy bright dawn peaks on through the window open his eyes pease skim golden sun rays did you account for all the angels that have kept you warm? he calls for me in purity we've acknowledged an angels wings skin wiped in innocent oil a smile frail instead © 2008 Periac |
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