Friday, February 6, 2015

Lullaby

Croon me a lullaby,
Hold me tight.
Help me sleep,
Dream nightmares no more.
Long be a night,
Longer yet in repose,
Sadder be my Nightingale,
Ennui in this prose.
Sing me a lullaby,
Though your voice be hoarse,
Harsher are times for you,
But you need sing me my prose.

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