The western side is tangy as the Sun has bid its Good Bye Stars are peeping out and spangling across the Sky Tweets are fading, the birds have gone back to their nests And the fierce wind has calmed down against the dusk’s chest
Little feet that have run around a lot on mud and dust Little arms that have swayed with vigor and zest now need rest A glistening pair of little eyes is somnolent Doze off my li’l beauty in your love engulfed tent
May you dream of tiny angels in fairy land who get you amazed and mesmerized by a stoke of their wand Where soothing music will pamper you and where butterflies will kiss your cheek And countless fireflies will illuminate that world in the light streak
Sleep my pretty princess, sleep safe and sound Papa will come and kiss your forehead and bless you abound Sleep till the sun paints the eastern sky tangy and brightens the lawns And till the wind lies asleep in the arms on the dawn!!
On wrong side of truth a prophecy burns. A conflict of your own choosing when more was less. Do you need some divine intervention in resolving human questions? The innocence of a sunflower will not blame the moon for dark
John Walker served his country in WWII It was something he felt obligated to do. In combat he risked his life Even while he was facing strife He wrote his family back at home While he was on another roam
Your genome was climbing down. I hate to count the steps. Feathers hurt sometimes after the end of flying. How far was the moment of dust? You were still swimming in saline water. A collective guilt will pay the price.