Story Time
Many nights, I think up a story:
A fantasy, a dream, no one knows such glory.
I will tell this to many persons.
Maybe it will survive to see many suns.
This story, you may ask.
Well, I will make it my task.
I'll tell you what it said,
Once I go back to bed.
A fantasy, a dream, no one knows such glory.
I will tell this to many persons.
Maybe it will survive to see many suns.
This story, you may ask.
Well, I will make it my task.
I'll tell you what it said,
Once I go back to bed.
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.