Whenever night comes,
Active as a bee he becomes...
Curls up in his blanket;
And the dream he will see is set!
One by one, he sees them,
Some furious... while some tame
But that good thing, once ends,
Time to up, from their beds!
Mostly, the dreams... he does miss
Bids farewell to them, and a slight kiss!
Bye!will the same come again
Deam- a thing which'll never retain!
©riyana
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