Faint. Saint. Can’t. Shan’t. Mate.
Hop, skip, jump away.
Like the rabbit through the hay.
Safe for another day.
Hey! Pray. Pled. No bleed.
Drink the mead. Make believe. Play.
Seeds. Wait for the rain. Wash the pain. Into the dirt it seeps.
Foretold the hare- The Moon.
The blessed seeds await. Sleeps beneath the clay.
Real or make believe - Drink the mead.
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Comments2
It sounds real nice
Thanks
Awesome 🌈
Thank you Sylvia
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