My mother once said,once you are in bed
think of all things happy
all things sappy
all things whacky
All the kindling
twinkling
dwindling
exhaling
spindling
lingering
glistening
all the sparkling
little memories.
Which ripple
which tickle
which wrinkle
which tingle
away softly.
That way,
you will stay
happy.
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Bouquet
PoesiaA bouquet of short stories and weird poetry. Highest Ranking #466 in Poetry Cover creds: @Silverbluinse