The prick was hard 

It left her asleep 

Untill she meets 

One destined 


The prick of sleep 

Into a dreamland 

Unaware of today 

In a nowhereland 


Tomorrow is there 

Will he ever be 

The one 

To wake her from sleep 


A magical prick 

Returning day and night 

Forever swooning 

Into nothingness 


Hope it's not too late 

Before breath doth cease 

His touch to feel 

To live a life of reality



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Mon 17th Jan 2022 11:57

Magical words Nigel. Thanks.😃

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Nigel Astell

Mon 17th Jan 2022 01:25

Magical rhythm wakes you
say goodbye to dreamland
this touch is real.

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