Nestled amongst the twigs of sleep every nightamidst stockpiled straws of stolen sunshineadorned with knick-knacks of livingmy dreams lie cushioned comfortablyensconced within them is my fledgling poetry Flapping tenuous wings of a new sprung ideamy verse hesitantly will start its lone flightnever ambitious enough of owning the lofty skystriving to float free of encumbrancesthen happy … Continue reading Dreams