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Robin Goodfellow Aug 2016
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Tears from morning dew,
beloved nightingales sings-
symphonies of life.
Robin Goodfellow Aug 2016
21
A poet's sweet words
endlessly calls for the world
to see its beauty.
Robin Goodfellow Aug 2016
20
Caressing a light
nightmares from a nursery
now humbled by dreams
Robin Goodfellow Aug 2016
19
Quell your lust from night
while singing for the callous,
the cruel, the silent
Robin Goodfellow Aug 2016
18
Withered petals fall
upon their thorns' sanctity,
their sweet scents fading.
Robin Goodfellow Aug 2016
Before you come away
from the day’s soft rays,
sing with me by candlelight
for your dreams, through the night.

Pray for stars to caress your tears,
and the moon to erase your fears,
of the monsters hiding in your heart,
the quiet from the morning lark.

Whisper to me your childish tales
of fairy dances and ships that forever sail,
of happy endings and fond farewells,
while we listen to the evening bells.

Sing to me your nostalgic memories,
of when you slept on happily,
of when you were but a small babe,
indulging in the sweets you once craved.

Let me see through your eternal dreams,
of times I carried you through the seams,
when I adorned you in benevolence,
and peaceful silence.

And as I watch you,
the light upon the fading moon,
I take your cold hand,
and whisk you away to the fairylands.
Robin Goodfellow Aug 2016
17
With her sweet sorrow
bells chime in ghastly moonlight,
singing for her peace.
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