WakingA Poem byOn wet grass, I wake from a slumber sleep. May be death or dream so deep. Up above hang clouds, mysterious, shimmering, in the dawn colour sky. There is life upon the fluffy white, where the rays of light touch, oh so high. © 2010Featured Review
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