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A Moonbeam Comes

  Deep in the night; 
  When all is still, 
  A moonbeam climbs the window-sill.
  Over your bed; 
  It softly flies, 
  To see if sleep has closed your eyes. 
 

  A pinch of gold; 
  Some fairy land, 
  Is clasped within that moonbeam's hand. 
  And if by chance; 
  Your are not asleep, 
  It comes tip-toe on gentle feet. 
  To touch your eyes;
  With golden beam, 
  And take you to the land of dreams. 
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June 18, 2020 at 1:25 PM
Kabir singh said…
such a lovely poem!!
June 25, 2020 at 4:51 AM
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