I just kind of made this one up on the spot because I liked the sound of it. This is another poem in iambic pentameter, just for fun.
Lovely
When lovely feelings do seem here to stay
and there is nothing I have left to say
Come then the dreams of lovely like a ray
and through despairing clouds they come my way
although they come not on a silver tray
but battered by the thoughts not kept at bay
The lovely of a world long not okay
Now reaching me in sleep right where I lay
They come regardless any disarray
While all the world still sleeps from night to day
Captivating from start to finish 🙂
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