Woods Are Lovely Waiting For My Sleep

Woods Are Lovely Waiting For My Sleep short poem

Woods Are Lovely Waiting For My Sleep short poemPhoto by MeganMc89


Last night the long stretch dream seemed so real
I felt stranger in the morn’ going through the ordeal

Those wood, those mountains, those valleys so steep
All looked so near for the touch, feel and my keep

And now the scorching sun and those reality bread-bites
Am waiting for moon, cannot resist those dreamy invites

Woods are lovely and dear, waiting for my sleep
Certainly will be there; for ‘I have a promise to keep’

So long !!

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