Chamomile
let me brew
what i knew
would make
you sleep
make a tea
to help you
sleep but
dream
of me i
can't do
so you
take to
your wings
and fly away
but i'm still
the same
so i pray
that you
may come
to me
in my dreams
and kiss my
lips with
a sip
of
the
tea
i made
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2020
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