#WritcoPoemPrompt58
I dreamt of falling down a well,
A narrow tube, deep beneath the earth,
Dark and moist, I saw a small child,
What’s it trying to tell?
It had colourful clothes ,
And a brilliant smile,
As if darkness never existed,
Rediant and bright.
As i approached the end,
I could not find him,
There was a cave visible,
from where i had stopped.
I went inside, it had many gates,
As if...