they were bent, twisted
distortion of faces
deformed representation
of what I knew; felt...
when I slept at all
which was little
grace appeared
returning sweet slumber
happy thoughts
of what is to be
welcomed...
dreams sent by angels
of you and me
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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