As I survey your sleep,
I recklessly fall through.
I sow and wait to reap;
This invasion of you.
original, poem, poems, Poetry
February 12, 2016 at 3:59 pm
February 12, 2016 at 4:48 pm
I like it. Well done. I cannot do poetry. You can 🙂
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February 13, 2016 at 4:33 am
Thank you 😊
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