Writing is a dance where the words are the music and the pen is the instrument.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Sleep
Tired eyes, weary head
sleep causes them to lay down.
Weary soul, tired spirit
death causes them to lay down.
Once so tired, now so
dead, sleeping in a wooden
bed. Sweet upon a lovely
head, rested well and deep in
sleep.
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