Poetry

Blanket Fort

Our covers are soft,

they call us under

to the secret land known only as

Slumber.

It’s a place of whispers,

a cave of dreams,

an escape from reality for those

less keen.

While we’re there,

wrapped in each other’s arms,

all I know is your love keeping

me calm.

When we return,

drowsy but content,

I remember the time there we

blissfully spent.

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