Let Me Dream
My verse, so awful dreary
Of darkness, readers weary
Why can't I write of glad times
My poetry's a crime
Let me close my eyes and dream
of lambent tropical scenes
Conjure up a pair of lovers
above whom moonlight hovers
Or gaze upon a rose garden
with myriad brilliant hues
Mother Nature's pantheon
speeds swift to my rescue
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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