Thereafter I had a stressed out heart. I wrote this short poem in the early hours of this morning. . .
Dream So Loud
My dream so loud
That it wakes me up
I have to get ready
To do and be my best
Thought it's still dark
The sun will be out soon
When the light will shine
That it wakes me up
I have to get ready
To do and be my best
Thought it's still dark
The sun will be out soon
When the light will shine
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Heart Rays . . .giving out the light.
2 comments:
Not a bad poem. Don't stress. Do your best. Forget the rest.
Thank you, Vicky :)
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