RE: I SLEEP by James Cavet I LOVE THE WORLD, SO I BURROW DEEP UNDERGROUND, WHERE I SLEEP. THE SKY IS LIKE THE CRYSTAL I USED TO GO ABOVE GROUND, ONCE, TO FEEL THE SUN. MAGIC IS IN MY HANDS. MAGIC IN A SEED; A FLOWER, OR A WEED? I KNOW THEY MUST LOVE ME, I JUST DON'T KNOW HOW TO TELL THEM I'M ONLY A TREE. 06/06/2016 Posted on 06/06/2016 Copyright © 2024 James Cavet Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/11/16 at 04:07 AM It is a wonderful mystery to see what comes up from the earth each spring.Thanks for this. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)