In the night
they came with their swords
and stole dreams
in the night
buccaneers of my tired mind
left me with nothing.
by Scooj
In the night
they came with their swords
and stole dreams
in the night
buccaneers of my tired mind
left me with nothing.
by Scooj
Damn those buccaneers! Stolen dreams aren’t fair. One can’t even call the police for help! I enjoyed your longish poem.
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Certainly long for me. Thank you.
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Very familiar with these night privateers. They’re always getting in my head and stealing my precious sleep!
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Damn their eyes!
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Incidentally, I gave you the five stars.😊
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Thank you 🙏
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