By Mouse Poet
Come my children and let me cradle you in the arms of the swaying trees and lighten your fears with the blissful stars in the sky. Come and rest your troubled mind on the soft clouds of sleep and let me sing to you the songs of the trickling streams. Come and cleanse your tired soul in the sheets of rain. Written January 29th, 2002 © on Jan 29 2002 12:10 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Come my children..."
Author:Mouse Poet
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"Come my children..." by Mouse Poet
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