Dandelions led the way,
like breadcrumbs afloat the sky.
There the rainbows forever stayed
and flowers bloomed at every stride.
Right, left, right; retracing footsteps on the ground.
In that place awaits the softest bed.
And like all others,
she refused to wake.
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Moonlit
PoetryThese are thoughts born under the moon's glow; when sheep has run out, and sleep's a child playing hide and seek with the mind. Some moonlit verses from a pillow-hugging girl. *PTY | 20 [03.08.17]
