Sleepy Seeds
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Sift, tender, what the sandman leaves your eyes
Thus soft with dreams, meandering, that swoon
The gauzy soot that dusts the day's goodbyes
Grown weighty from their cares of life, too soon
And borne upon the bright beams of the moon.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Word Morph Poem" Poetry Contest, Jesse Rowe, Judge & Sponsor.
(My word morph is "sift - soft - soot - soon - moon")
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2019
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