Lulled to sleep in a soft harmony of lullabies,
On a bed of soft feather sheets,
Peacefully quiet in the moonlit room,
The soft pale face of the young child, shone under the twinkling stars,
The soft breeze of whispers in the trees,kissed softly by the wind,
The birds quiet down to a hush,
As the darkness closes in and a host of light pierces through,
As the soft lullabies so to a hush and the world seems to slowly turn into a whisper,
A place, frozen almost in time, forever seeming to have a perfect moment of tranquility.
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beautifully broken
HorrorI hope that whom ever reads this story, will like it. please comment and vote, these are beautiful short stories and poems in free verse. i can never know what pain you guys went through, and neither can you feel my pain, but i hope to comfort you a...
