• bahaadi_21 10w


    The deep steps of sleep
    Creep into the bed
    While lights are still hung
    In the grey patch aboard.
    . . .
    The ear is soothed,
    In a caressing voice,
    Off pat of motherhood.
    Fairies and beasts
    In tangled web of lines,
    Where "once upon a time"
    Plays thee flute,
    Of lullaby.