Night falls mysteriously unnoticed
Upon the candles lit
And we leave Our poems and artwork
For just a little bit
To rest and dream oh so safely
Against the linen sheets
Continuing Our poems where We left off
Without skipping a single beat
Then We'll wake and groan and wonder
Of the dreams We've had tonight
And write them down, rephrasing
Until We get them right.
By Anna Hope
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