Sleep will not
rest upon
my dreams -
the candle burns
...
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You pen melancholy penned succinctly and poetically. Love your evocative image of the child after sleep. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
We all dream about being reborn as that child who was innocent, relaxed, knew no fear, and played with our dolls, like they were our children, like we had seen our mothers do. But my mother was not the raising kind. I learned everythin from my Grandma Dolly, and Auntie Caroline. MY friends were a great help too. This poem is very heartfelt, and there is emotion and feeling in every line. Thank you for sharing. Love & hugs, Barbara
good one....! it is like a dear dream