Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Personal, Writing

Naps

I read our lives to you,

as I rest,

surrounded by the rest of our days,

daring to dive into my dreams,

deep and delightful.

I am live on air,

living for you,

love in it’s purest, prettiest form,

painting masterpieces,

with messy,

well meaning hands.

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