Foxes run to their holes.
Birds fly to their nests.
Babies crawl to their mothers
With every sunset.
My desire for you comes back to me,
With the promise of a new day.....
To try again..
I sleep,
Secretly silently wishing you,
Dream of me at the heart of a goodnight.
Very nicely and wisely said, promise of a new day brings new hopes to light. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Solid composition! A job well done!