She dreams,
I demise,
She spies,
I fly.
I fall,
She laughs,
I scowl,
She gaffs.
We’d thorn,
We’d born,
We’d bend,
We’d mend,
And the grass would grow,
And the moon would throw;
When she dreams,
When I dream,
We dream,
We dream,
And dream once more.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 12:22 AM UTC
She dreams,
I demise,
She spies,
I fly.
I fall,
She laughs,
I scowl,
She gaffs.
We’d thorn,
We’d born,
We’d bend,
We’d mend,
And the grass would grow,
And the moon would throw;
When she dreams,
When I dream,
We dream,
We dream,
And dream once more.
Did the best I can; or did I?
