The mouse came back home,
Its little bag was empty,
So sad to see this.
It had wandered far,
Walking, both, up and down hills,
Exploring the land.
Tag: far
Wednesday 27/02/19 Tired
I dream of dreaming,
A dream that will take me far.
And wakes somewhere new.
Maybe I shouldn’t
Close these eyes tonight and dream,
But can it be stopped?
And so, I go slow
And then, fall even slower,
Down, ever deeper.