Little Pretty Dream Poem by Chris Tasie

Little Pretty Dream



When you were born by a previous miss
I was told if I walk your ways
You'd hurt my pregnant miss
And cut short her days
Oh ye pretty small dream
I can't sing the mourning hymn
Yet I hear my footstep
Speaking right at your doorstep
Wishing it's just a dream
Hoping she'd live

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