RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Bed Clothes Of Imagination - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Watching as night falls outside a window, lights going on
to illuminate the darkness.
Thoughts rubbing daylight from their minds, changing into
their bed clothes of imagination for the night.
Tackling problems that have arisen during the day, needing
solutions to tidy their edges before tucking them in a drawer.
Promises of dreams to bring about a miracle and give hope
a place once again in this heart.
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