A boy’s sunlit hidingplaces worthy of describing to the man behind his beard
were I hided.
Reflections of sun
was my thrill.
Souldreams caressed,
not collided,
with anyones hammer
or drill.
Were e ve ry heartbeat
of caring
gave hope lasting
hundreds of years
and Daisy’s grew wild
just for sharing
as cheak tickled salt
by my tears
Poetry by Sunlit
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Written on 2020-03-15 at 02:22
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Postpasturing
Take me to gladeswere I hided.
Reflections of sun
was my thrill.
Souldreams caressed,
not collided,
with anyones hammer
or drill.
Were e ve ry heartbeat
of caring
gave hope lasting
hundreds of years
and Daisy’s grew wild
just for sharing
as cheak tickled salt
by my tears
Poetry by Sunlit
Read 343 times
Written on 2020-03-15 at 02:22
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