Mornings Echos

Mornings Echos

A Poem by Resa

Last night I dreamt that I was once again a child.
Running barefoot across green blades of grass.
Carelessly swaying in the breeze,
Like a giant sunflower,
Free and wild.

From this heavenly state, I struggled not to wake.
Nights shadows, disappeared into the light.
Like a thief, my lovely dream , did Mornings echos take.

© 2018 Resa



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Added on February 9, 2018
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Author

Resa
Resa

Brentwood , CA



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