A Lullaby

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

close up photo of sleeping baby
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Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

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