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Where we will dream in slumber.

By R.M.KodakPublished 9 days ago 1 min read

This tired tongue tastes

of pearl white grapes.

My wine drenched body sinks,

drowns among the tangle of ivory sheets.

Soft the scent of summer's breeze

that pulls me into

the deepest sleep.

Hold me fast

my cotton cocoon,

where one's weariness and dreams meet.

Nightly I abandon my burdens

in the hush

of that sacred space.

The white light embrace

nature poetry

About the Creator


We bear witness to and experience many beautiful and harsh things on this earth. I want to share the beauty. The raw. Write about those things and create worlds from parts of our own. I hope you enjoy my work.

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran8 days ago

    This felt so soothing and relaxing. Loved your poem!

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