Poem #143 white nights pour into muted mornings I just want to be pure like the sleep of infants Criticism is an act of love. Share your thoughts with me below. Sharing is caring:TweetWhatsAppMorePrintPocketShare on TumblrEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related 3 thoughts on “Poem #143” Add yours If only. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Childhood innocence is often only a memory away. Thank you for taking the time to comment. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply This is beautiful. 💖 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Kill me with your kindness Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.