Poetic Dreams
Resting my head on a poetic pillow,
as it whispers fluffy rhyming words in my ear.
Feeding the poetic thirst of my ear. The tasty rhythm I heed .
I fall in to a fluffy sleep and a grace fully falling feather lands in my hand.
I dip it ink and begin to write.
Oh poetry, oh poetry how I love you so much .
Writing through the rain storm ,writing through the eye of the storm.
Seeing clinging words so clear. Until the sun came near.
It rays charged my feather pen, so full .I beat the paper with angry words.
I make it cry with sad words,I make it blush with romantic words and make it chuckle with happy words. I laughed along with it and rested my head on a poetic pillow. Sailing away with rhymes good night poetic world.
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