My sweet baby
Your soft skin
And warmth
Is but a dream
Lingering
After so long
Your cries echo
A sound of pain
And fear
Is but a dream
Lingering
After so long
Your absense
Is a hollow sound
The emptiness
Is but a dream
Lingering
But for how long?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for a Thought
Poetry"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep."---Salman Rushdie [Cover made by @AN_almightydreamer ]
