Friday, November 28, 2008

Sleep

Sleep comes like those tiny raindrops
that develop into a flood:
drip… drop… tick… tock…
Symptoms of tiredness first knock the door
in my head then suddenly…
I am carried on a blanket of dreams
onto a bed in the gardens of paradise!
Good night, Princely!

>>written on my bed by a VERY VERY tired me!!

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