Lullaby Let sleep come softly, trailing scents of sweet forgetfulness; the hush of petals drifting down will mute the sounds of life's discordant rush. From crevices, the fronds of dreams emerge; their feathered tips atone for wrongs we've done as they caress the secret pain that's ours alone. Our aggravations sink in swirls through layered pools of healing shade. Let sleep come softly; it will lead to flagstone mornings, newly laid. Copyright 2002 Laryalee Fraser
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