Here the night comes through the trees
Hear the night blow through the trees
Hear the night blow through the trees
Gently knocking on a window pane
Rustling bedroom curtains
Caressing bedroom linen
Tiny little quakes
Dreams invite the night
The sun won’t need to know
No one needs to know
‘Till the dawn chases
Night back passed the trees
I love the pictures you paint with this. Good write.
I love that poem. Haven’t been in touch in a while, hope everything is ok.
Cherished.
Thanks you, Bobbi and cherished.
I am fine cherished, just when I think i have free time I find myself busy with something. wish I had more energy to write these days.
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