After I Dreamt of the Wolf
Sheep
hide in plain sight
& lure me
into a psychedelic pasture
Swirled,
no chaser helps the fuzzy cotton
go down a caked pipe,
but a droplet of mystical rain water
collected by an awakened shepherd
will dry me right out
After I Dreamt of the Wolf
Sheep
hide in plain sight
& lure me
into a psychedelic pasture
Swirled,
no chaser helps the fuzzy cotton
go down a caked pipe,
but a droplet of mystical rain water
collected by an awakened shepherd
will dry me right out
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Absolutely beautiful.
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wonderful 👍👍 well done!
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Nice!
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The way this poem is themed amazes me 🙂
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Thanks. I’m glad you like it. 👍
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I found this poem so refreshing to read! Such original lyricism!
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