Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Friday, May 15, 2015
The Edge Of Deep Sleep, Number 7
So tired, that I find myself
On the edge of the known,
Under the star dust which
Cosmic winds have blown
I wait for sleep to arrive
In the dark blue twilight,
But it's so hard to surrender
To slumber, try as I might...
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