Daydreams Poem by Clive Blake

Daydreams

Rating: 5.0


A child's daydreams;
They come, then go,
They crystalize,
Then melt, like snow.

The young child plays;
She knows no troubles,
Her daydreams drift,
Like clouds of bubbles.

Her life, so simple now,
No stress, no strife,
May this remain so,
The whole of her life.

Daydreams
Friday, October 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood ,children,child
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Poem by Cornish Poet Clive BlakePhotography by Adrian BlakeAudio by Steve Nunn, Corn Mill Studio
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 06 October 2017

It's really nice to be a child, Clive.... a huge 10+++*

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