Don’t go to sleep
Open your eyes
Gold is falling from the sky
Pick a penny
Pick a dollar
You can sip of the nectar
But beware not to swallow
In my head I’m hearing this as a fairies’ chant
Don’t go to sleep
Open your eyes
Gold is falling from the sky
Pick a penny
Pick a dollar
You can sip of the nectar
But beware not to swallow
In my head I’m hearing this as a fairies’ chant
π
Beautiful written
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. Sometimes it happens. π₯°π₯°π₯°
LikeLiked by 1 person
Love your poem, Crispina!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Nancy π₯°π₯°π₯°
LikeLiked by 1 person
in my head I am hearing dollar and swallow rhyme! heheheheh
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yep, they do…at least the way I say them, they do!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Love this poem π
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. Broom, for me, is the golden memory of childhood spring
LikeLiked by 2 people
π
LikeLiked by 1 person
ππππ
LikeLiked by 1 person
Sweet poem πππ
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. Broom always bring me memories of childhood. We had lots of it growing where I lived
LikeLiked by 1 person
π©·π©·π©·
LikeLiked by 1 person
Sounds like a fairy chant! Love it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
My intent! Thank you ππππ
LikeLiked by 1 person
Success! π§ββοΈ
LikeLike
Love this!! ππ
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you πππ
LikeLiked by 1 person