Spirit Of The Night. Poem by Michael Cochrane

Spirit Of The Night.

Before sleep as the rain falls outside my windows, I drift off to sleep in my dreams, you come to me with open white soft wings, you embrace my soul. Bright dazzling like snow, im covered by your spirit.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2024

Sunday, November 10, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams,rain,sleep,snow,wings
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