Forest
This poem is for all who die young.
Blanket
Crawl into forests pale
Comforting wrapped around you
Leaves in shapes of pillow cases
Teddy bears and dolls for your security
Lullaby of birdcry
Nightlight of moonlight
Star shine for goodnight kiss
Stories told by petal-lips
Dreaming in the afterlife
Spirits lifted to the canopy
Plucked from day when left unripe
How I hate to see this travesty
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