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