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lullaby a yonder
A short little rhyme to end my time today
my thoughts unclear, your voice so near in sleeps sweet lullaby
to dreams I go, my head hung low on the pillow were you once lay
I say this rhyme to pass the time and see you in tonight’s bouquet
sweet the sound a cricket mound, through window left ajar
towards which, the mind wonders, with thoughts of ventures a far
until your arms are not a yonder, your caress my last hurrah.
my thoughts unclear, your voice so near in sleeps sweet lullaby
to dreams I go, my head hung low on the pillow were you once lay
I say this rhyme to pass the time and see you in tonight’s bouquet
sweet the sound a cricket mound, through window left ajar
towards which, the mind wonders, with thoughts of ventures a far
until your arms are not a yonder, your caress my last hurrah.
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