Just a simply poem about gratitude, being granted respite, perhaps by life itself -deserving or undeserving.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Short Goodnight Poem
Temper the stardust
floating right by,
measuring time by the swirl
of a magical cane.
Siphon the hope
of dragons you’ve slain.
Spin it to thread
and pull.
By
Terese Mörtvik
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11:09 PM
Tags: poems: goodnight, poems: sleep, poetry, poetry series: short goodnight poem
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