Claire Borges

Nightmare Of Life

Little girl, tired and drawn
All your nightmares dead and sodden 
Go to sleep, not a minute late
And dream, yes dream, to pain's escape
Sad and wakened, cry and bawl
The man who came was but a shawl
But you don't know, you are naive 
So test and trust you must not believe
Nightmares come and leave to go

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