Daydreams
I have a little bird nestled in my head
Flying through the dreams I've had in my bed
Its soft wings hold stories untold
They whisper at me and turn my heart cold
These that dreams I hate
These that dreams I love
Are held in the wings of a black and white dove
Copyright © Unknown Poet | Year Posted 2020
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