The pied piper’s eyelids slowly closed,
As he rested in the bowels
of the cypress tree.
Succumbing to
Sleep took but
An instance
Then
His dreams
Became reality
The purple moon
Surrounded by leaves
A glorious vivid delight to see
He’d happily rest here for an eternity.
© NopeNotPam
nope, not pam 
This is a lovely poem Pam.
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Thanks Sadje ☺️
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You’re welcome my friend
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the pied piper indeed, is this before or after all the kids went off the cliff 🙂
Good one for that purple hue
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I like to think before 😃
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I’d like to think he never lead them all off to their death 😦
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He probably just fed them copious amounts of ice cream ☺️
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lol yes thanks, now that’s a Pied Piper I’d prefer to read about!
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Brilliant take on the prompt, Pam!
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Thanks, I just love your prompts 🙂
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‘tís all,
who listen,
to this tale,
of children,
piper taken,
distraction in,
purple haze,
you gaze,
you amaze,
the tune
the piper made,
like purple haze,
removed your children,
from your gaze,
’tis all,
not listen,
to the child,
now missing,
from this tale,
think not,
of purple
think not
of haze,
think not
of the tune,
the piper made,
and let,
each child,
shine bright,
for each
and all,
truly amaze,
‘tís this,
that’s missing,
do please,
listen
*off the top. and impromptu.great post. thanks for the earlier like. wouldn’t have to come here. without. *
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Great poem, love it 😊
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thanks. 🎈🎈🎈
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