#1847-Nightdreams


Often as we age,

The child inside returns.

Last night I couldn’t sleep.

Instead of counting sheep,

I imagined unusual things.

Barking parrots,

Talking trees,

Raining marshmallows,

By the sea.

Eventually,

I did fall asleep.

It’s no wonder then,

First thing this morning,

I see smoking mountains,

Silently smiling.

Susanne & Sasan

Picture by Susanne Navid - Words by Sasan Navid

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