The house beside the vineyard sleeps.

And I am the child who tries so hard to remember her dreams,
becoming an adult who wakes up with the taste of grapes in her mouth.

There was a river, I murmur to the empty pillow,
missing the boy who flowed within it.

Magdalena is a graduate of the University of Toronto. She is a writer who lives to poet. She also likes to colour and poet. Sometimes she sleeps. Poke around her blog.