Goodnight, my sweet fruit, rest your head,
Soft little thoughts drifting where dreams are led.
I saw you today—you were warm, you were light,
A quiet kind glow I’ll carry tonight.
I waved with a smile I tried to disguise,
Counting the moments I see you again in your eyes.
Sleep now, my dear, let the dark be kind—
I’ll meet you in dreams if you wander in mine.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 2:22 PM UTC
Goodnight, my sweet fruit, rest your head,
Soft little thoughts drifting where dreams are led.
I saw you today—you were warm, you were light,
A quiet kind glow I’ll carry tonight.
I waved with a smile I tried to disguise,
Counting the moments I see you again in your eyes.
Sleep now, my dear, let the dark be kind—
I’ll meet you in dreams if you wander in mine.
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