SLUMBER

by Mark wells - Scorpio

SLUMBER

The fire crackling the daylight dying,
With me content on the sofa lying.
The rain pounding hard answering a call.

I slumber in to dreams to a far magical place,
Where fine women walk rapped in frilly lace.
Or where the snow comes falling down,
On excited children below in a town.

But today I’ll sit here lying,
The fire crackling and the daylight dying.

Birth sign: Scorpio
Date created: 2002-02-14 06:13:32
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:45:49
Poem ID: 67496

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