The Living Poetry prompt – Sleep
When the wind blows
The trees grow old
My baby’s in a sleep
All my worries unfold
When the sun rises
The new day begins
My heart’s filled with hope
watching my baby grow
A Lullaby
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So comforting B-) You could really woo us to sleep
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😄😊
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Yes!
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Thanks for writing to my prompt and I really enjoy your singing voice.
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All nice!
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