Our Slumber Poem by MiN

Our Slumber



A time of sleep, a time of rest,
A time after we've done our best.

A world of dreams, of make-believe
A world that we ourselves have weaved.

A place so strange, a place desired
A place we all go when we are tired.

A home reborn with every visit
A home more loved by the minute.

Monday, February 13, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams,home,peaceful
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