Child

Child of mine what is it thee dreams
when you daydream in your head?
You've got beautiful wings
it's time for them to be spread.

Thy gentle child
tell me why is it that thee has fear,
what has got you so riled
that thee would shed many a tear?


Oh sweet child tell me what you dream
when you go to bed at night
why worry so
hush little one it's alright.

15/1/2020.




Poetry by liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-01-15 at 09:20

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KYREUS of Sweden
So charming!
2020-01-16