Dreams Made of Twigs of Pain
A turbulent stream cascades on dry desert floor
Foaming waters flow up the high dunes in spree
Summer sun burns wasteland to green in the core
The charcoal night lights up the daytime debris.
Life is shattered by time’s smooth flow at its slowest
In chilled winter night I’m smoldered and in strain
A wandering wounded deer I find a tiny bird nest
To lie on sweet dreams I make with twigs of pain.
September 11, 2021
Contest : Nonsense Rhyme
Sponsor : Charles Messina
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