Magic spell
A mom always tells a sleep story to her kid
Wise and wit be she wants to teach him
Yet today too tired to plot or read
She holds him tightly in her breast
Spells a whisper in his ear:
“It’s time that eyes go to sleep
To rest… to get wings… to travel
To dreamland… to paradise.”
She used her warm chest
As a hypnosis…
Socalled poetry of Biba
So-called Poetry of Biba 