A FRECKLED SKY OF STARS
There’s a flute in the trees.
Did you hear its song.
It’s as short as a dream.
A whispered lullaby.
A cellar into sleep.
Close your itchy eyes
on night’s freckled stars.
Dream across the sky.
Written for Day 14: JusJoJan “Freckled” ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter
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